Whatever the world thought, he knew that here he was at his best, because he was silent, because his body could not lie; because for all that his actions now would be condemned, for all that he was risking his own damnation and that of his friend, he was sinning less in these times than at any other point in his life, and so he could not regret a single instant, a single moment of touch, a single brush of his lips or unspoken admission of affection.
This says so much about Hal -- right here. He's constantly performing, playing different roles for different people, so much that he's getting lost in all of them at once. I love the relationship you've drawn between him and Poins, where he tries to be himself, if he can even remember who that is now. And the contrast to Hotspur toward the end is wonderful, as is your choice to bring in Aumerle as an odd counterpoint to what Hal is going through.
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Date: 2009-08-18 03:36 pm (UTC)This says so much about Hal -- right here. He's constantly performing, playing different roles for different people, so much that he's getting lost in all of them at once. I love the relationship you've drawn between him and Poins, where he tries to be himself, if he can even remember who that is now. And the contrast to Hotspur toward the end is wonderful, as is your choice to bring in Aumerle as an odd counterpoint to what Hal is going through.