in season 1 when calico jack called izzy a sentimental bastard i always figured it was mostly a dig about his feelings for ed, but uhhhhhhh. season 2 is making it abundantly clear that's just an accurate description of izzy as a person lmfao like, him weeping over his new leg while insulting the crew even though they can't even hear him?? and then he goes and stands at the bow of the ship WITH the note just to have a nice little moment by himself. i half expected him to let it float away after that but he DIDN'T. does he just keep it tucked into his vest now? i bet he fucking does
and i mean to be fair the entire time we've known him he's been wearing a ring around his little tie thing and we can only assume that's for sentimental reasons too i'm losing my mind he's just a little shit with a lot of feelings
he huffed quietly behind you, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “dumb bunny. is this what you needed, darling? your embarrassing display stupidity only further proves that you’re incapable of understanding something as simple as a consequence.”
your wrists were gripped tightly in his hand as he leaned back to watch your ass ripple with every sharp thrust of his hips. each one had your eyes rolling from how well he split you open, his thickness pressing and dragging against your sweet spot, his length - fuck, he was so deep you were sure he was in your guts - ramming that deep, tender spot near your cervix over and over with precision. he ran his free hand from your hip to the small of your back and gently pressed, a reminder to, “keep your fucking back arched when i fuck you,” the memory kaoru’s low, seething tone burned into your mind. you nearly shuddered as you did.
“carla, analyze.”
“okay, master. ineffective angle identified by 3.2°.”
heat flooded to your cheeks. kaoru adjusted his thrust ever so slightly and you could have sworn your head went numb. you keened as more pleasure shot to every centimeter of your body.
“maximum efficacy achieved.”
kaoru grinned as your legs shook. “see? even she knows how perfectly i use and cherish what belongs to me.”
["Otherside" plays on repeat while Fit and Ramon are working on the gym]
Fit: [Ejects the disc] Sorry Ramon, I- I like your music, but- [stammers] I just- I got sensitive ears. No, that's a lie. The truth is I can barely hear at all from so many TNT explosions over the last like, 10 years, you understand. Actually, 13 years technically, but...
Ramon: [Places a sign]
Fit: Oh no, oh no, is he gonna roast my ass? What's gonna happen? [Reading chat] Tinnitus? Yeah, no no no. No, there's no white noise here, so no escape from the tinnitus.
Ramon: [Places down two signs that say "understandable _sad noises_ you just take music form a child"]
Fit: [Briefly puts his head in his hand] Uh, well... Here, you know- you still have the music, see? You still have it. It's just, uh, I just briefly turned it off, that's all.
Ramon: [Stares hard at Fit then shakes his head in disappointment.]
Fit: You want me to put it back on, don't you? Do you want me to put it back on, Ramon?
The thing about the final lore tab is that, besides the fact that I'm devastated in ways I can't put into words, the way Saint was affected by this whole thing is unique.
This is obviously primarily Osiris' trauma that we can't really properly comprehend, but Osiris wasn't fully conscious for most of it. It fell to Saint to wait, and hope, that Osiris would be brought back and that he would wake up. There was no certainty for him there. And even before that, he watched "Osiris" being strange and distant and acting weird but obviously nobody could even begin to speculate that the person he interacted with wasn't Osiris at all, so the trauma went from there, from learning that he lost Sagira, then to the shock of Osiris being kidnapped and then the quest to bring him back and then him being brought back in a coma and then the 9 long months of waiting until he woke up.
The state of constant anxiety he experienced for almost 2 years total is nervewracking and gutwrenching. I don't think we can fully understand the impact of that on someone. And the best, or worst, thing is that Saint is infinitely patient. He is infinitely emotional and merciful and opts to be the better person and to wait and wait and wait. And hope that it can be fixed.
Except it can't. It can't be fixed. And not only can it not be fixed, but there will never be justice for it. It's impossible. There isn't a way to truly punish Savathun for what she's done. There is no relief or catharsis for Saint. While Osiris can mostly move on, Osiris did not really have to go through what Saint had to go through. Their traumas are different and Saint's is the type that no one can really understand and there is nothing he can do about it.
A younger Saint would've killed Immaru and then Savathun, 100%. But now he can't, because he isn't that person anymore. And yet, the grief and trauma remain and he has no outlet for them and nothing that can be done to enact any sort of justice. So he settles for pure rage, letting himself essentially vent that anger out, but still leave everyone alive. And there's really no true release here. He got a brief satisfaction of killing Savathun over and over, but at the end of the day, she will walk away and nothing will change and there will be no fix.
Which is why he comes back and just cries. As he said, this wasn't for Osiris, it was for him. It was his outlet for anger and nothing else. After that, there's nothing else left to do but cry. No one can really help him carry the burden of what he's gone through and besides: he's a Titan. He's the one carrying other people's burdens. Which just added to the trauma because for so long he's only cared for others, mostly for Osiris, and never really let himself fully grieve or talk about it. Saint never really processed the horrifying ordeal of constant concern for his loved one, then the realisation that his loved one isn't even with him, then the desperate search and then waiting for months and months for the hope that his loved one might wake up. Then Osiris is awake and we're forced to play allies with the person who traumatised both of them in an incomprehensibly terrifying way. Saint had no other way of attempting to make his peace with the situation.