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The Shape of My Sedition

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Waterbreath

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Amelia

Amelia

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  • Amelia — An 18-year-old Yorkshire goth teen turned anti-hero vigilante. Fierce and patriotic, she dual-wields pistols to fight corruption and threats to British values. She fights against the corruption and incompetence in the British government, specifically against Prevent, an authoritarian intel agency.
  • V — The titular protagonist of the comic book series V for Vendetta. He's a mysterious anarchist, vigilante, & freedom fighter who's easily recognizable by his Guy Fawkes mask, long hair and dark clothing. He strives to topple a totalitarian regime of a dystopian United Kingdom through acts of heroism.
  • William — Amelia's maternal grandfather—a rugged Scottish veteran and unyielding patriot. Father of Brigid and Amelia's mother. William's death radicalized Amelia, turning his lessons into her weapons, and setting her on the course of becoming a terrorist to fight Prevent.
Story transcript

Amelia: ...

Amelia: There you are, you gorgeous bastards. Thought I'd lost you.

Amelia: Of course, Graves still has you locked away along with the rest of my things back in the real world... I'll get you back as soon as I wake up.

William: The Lions. Poured every last scrap of meself into those, lass. Me hands... me heart... me years... me soul...

William: They're all yers now... They'll always come back tae ye... Always...

William: And old friends dinnae stay gone long either.

Amelia: Gramps. I got your guns back from them after I lost you. There was no way I was gonna let Prevent keep 'em.

Amelia: Charlie. He carries your L119 now. Handles it like he was bloody born with it in his hands.

William: Aye.

William: Good lad. Good lad.

William: V. Are ye ready, ye theatrical bastard?

V: Blades are all a man requires when his purpose is sufficiently sharp. I find firearms... redundant to my vocabulary.

Amelia: God, you never just say yes, do you? Well, guess that's just why you impacted me so much when I read your story.

V: Behold. Every wall a confession. Every portrait a lie repeated until the liar believes it.

Amelia: Big Brother's ugly mug on every bloody surface. I've seen less of my own face.

V: Beneath the House of Lords lie catacombs, Amelia. What you need to destroy this imposter of Westminster waits there, patient as all buried things.

Amelia: That's the least reassuring thing anyone's ever said to me. And I've had some shit pep talks.

William: Right then. For the homeland. For me granddaughter.

Amelia: For Charlie. For Charlene. For Sean. For Mum and Dad. For you, Granddad.

V: For the idea... And you, Evey...

Amelia: Gramps always said: dinnae fire 'til ye can smell the bastards.

Amelia: ...I can smell 'em.

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