This is a brief emotional recap of the finale. Thank you for sticking with me throughout the season. Your follows and reviews have made this so worthwhile. I promise I will continue to write more Walt/Vic ships during the hiatus as ideas inspire me. You are all amazing. Thank you.
The cumulus clouds overhead match my mood as I drive my abandoned Bronco back toward town. On the open road, I see Branch, and without exchanging soliloquies of grandeur, I just show him the facts. David Ridges is dead. At least I can end this part of his personal nightmare. The lead dog doing what the lead dog is supposed to do. At the station, I have to act as Sheriff, not as a man, and inform him of his suspension. For the second time in as many weeks, I agonize over Vic's concern for yet another wound of battle and find myself apologizing and making excuses unlike I ever have before. In unspoken terms, I need to assure Vic that she is still safe with me regardless of how injured I may be; she is of paramount importance as my pain bridges our tenderness. We interweave the lines and boundaries of Sheriff and Deputy and become simply a man and a woman.
I am on a path for justice. I am on a path to seek truth. All of the lies are beginning to flesh themselves out and the dots begin to connect. As Vic gently cleanses the blood on my face, the familiarity of her touch is comforting. So much so, that I do not frame it within the context of my surroundings. She has become a part of me.
The love and loyalty of my best friend strengthens me when I feel I can go no further. His trust, his earnestness are measures of my worth as a mortal man. Righting the wrong, the wrong that I forced upon him, restored my soul.
Saying good-bye. My Martha needs to rest. Her spirit free from anguish. She is returned to the earth as it was: and her spirit shall return to God who gave it. The messenger has spoken these words of comfort to my soul. My quest for justice will not end. I will not stop. My love for her is complete and purified by the blood of my brow.