when will said it was "strange knowing who it was this whole time" and "he's hurt, he's hurting, but he's still alive" was he not talking about henry? am i insane? did i misinterpret that scene? why are we acting like will is connected to anyone other than henry bro what is Happening 😭
that was henry that shaped the mind flayer into that spider-like form and it was henry that used it to possess will and it was henry's thoughts that will was experiencing against his will and it's henry that he's still feeling because the connection/"vecna's curse" hasn't been broken. they physically extracted the mind flayer from will's body, yes, but his connection to henry was never broken. henry can't exercise complete and total control over people without the mind flayer's power, which is why will has free will over his body but his mind remains connected to henry.
the characters, and by extension the viewers, thought it was the mind flayer behind everything, because they didn't know what season four revealed to us.
henry wanted to control will's mind and body—a complete and entire violation of everything will is. that was Not the mind flayer, and they tell us that more than once. with all love and respect what are some of you on about because you're starting to make me feel like my memory is genuinely broken or something lmao like i thought.... the big reveal was that it's always been henry? they literally say that? eleven, henry, and will all confirm it? the mind flayer was not a separate entity acting alone... thus will has beef with henry most of all because henry's violation of his mind and body is still ongoing... Where Are You Guys Getting Your Information From 😭 hELP
will's rape—because that's what possession is, he never consented to having his mind and body controlled by anyone else—is an important part of stranger things; both to the general plot and will's character. to say that will only has beef with the mind flayer and not henry is reducing what henry did to him and reassigning blame that very much falls on henry's shoulders. henry was controlling the mind flayer and henry is the one still in will's mind. henry used the mind flayer to have control over will. henry and will are connected. the show literally tells us that over and over again. when you decide to needlessly reassign blame, not only are you misunderstanding and misconstruing the plot, but you're also... not understanding what happened to will at all. like, what really happened to him and how that's used in the show.
henry very likely was the one that kidnapped will. henry is the one that will has a psychic connection to. henry is the one that raped will / possessed him if you prefer that term instead and used the mind flayer to do it. henry is the one that will still knows like the back of his hand, because henry is the one that's still in his head. it's not the mind flayer. it's henry. please stop saying that will doesn't have more than enough reason to want to kill his ass. please!!!
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He covers his face with his hands, tossing aside his helmet. Ruffling up his hair. Gripping at his face, rubbing his nose, anything, anything to get him to fucking snap out of it. But nothing works. Nothing is working and he can't stop fucking crying and he's sick of it and he's sick of himself.
"And there it is," the voice sounds off again. "That, right there. That is pathetic."
"SHUT UP!" He screams in rage, cowering into himself further.
"You can't admit it. You can't admit you want help. You need help. You can't even let people save you from rotting outside-in. You have to do everything yourself."
"I'm not weak." Jane spat. "I can. I can do this. I'm capable."
"Are they weak? Weak and incapable?"
"No-- No, I..."
"Is that how you see your friends, Jane? Weaker than you? Lesser than you?"
"No!"
"Then what are you so AFRAID OF?"
He felt a hand grip his neck and yank him up from his seat, stopping the air right there in his throat. When his dizzied eyes finally looked for the source of the agony, lo, he stared at a pale-skinned, rotting visage of himself. Black blood poured down its face and nose and mouth, and it bared its bloodied teeth with a seething rage unkempt.
"Get--" He stammered, clawing at the phantom's arm.
"This emptiness will consume you." The other spat, tightening his grip. "You know what you need to do. So do it."
"I WON'T!" Soldier screamed, struggling against it with all his might, to no earthly avail. "You- You can't-"
His voice caught in his chest as it gripped tighter again, scowling. It held him over a gnawing pit, seeping into the floor, and laughed as it watched him squirm for his life. Make me.
"It's that easy."
"It's not easy! Shut up! You know nothing about easy!"
"You're a brave man, Doe." It huffed. "Do it."
"Please--" His voice softened. "Please just- Just give me time- I-I can do this by myself I just need time-!"
His vision was beginning to blacken, his hands shaking in desperation. "Please-- Please just give me some d- amn time!"
"It's out." The corpse said, festering disease pooling at its voice. "Now make your choice."
He felt himself slip.
Everything inside of him knew it would all be over if he did, he might die, or worse, he would be stuck here forever because he couldn't fight for himself. He was a coward, he was scum. If he couldn't do it himself, what was he worth? But still, the searing pain began to seep into his skin, into his eyes, blinding him, his head pounding from the rushing, gushing blood. Ears ringing, mind numbing, body growing weaker.
His lips parted, and he finally whispered,
"Help."
"I need help."
Suddenly, all at once, the pain stopped, but a new fear took him over as he found himself plummeting into the gaping pit he was suspended over, flying past wooden stakes and skeletons and ghosts and green flits of ash and ember. The closer he came to the bottom, the closer a roaring green fire came to him, and he screamed and shielded his eyes as it swallowed him up, eating away at him, coarsing through him --
He gasped, laying on his back, staring at a ceiling he knew all too well. The mess hall. He held his hands and arms in front of his face, skin paler than he'd ever seen it, hands coated with dried blood. He attempted to sit up, a sickening crunch sounding off as he yelped in pain. Someone, anyone, please, make it stop. Help me. He heard his thoughts yell, biting his tongue in fear. Saying it was the worst part. He knew his punishment wasn't over yet, so again, through a trembling voice, he cried, "HHh- Help! I c-- I can't move!"
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