It has to be my favorite archetype: the corruption of innocence, where a person slowly loses their sense of clarity or goodness and slips into madness. What makes it interesting is how gradual and believable the change feels. In the process of fighting something they see as wrong, they begin to adopt the same traits and methods they once opposed. Over time, they become indistinguishable from it, losing the very values that defined them in the beginning.
As Friedrich Nietzsche put it:
"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."
Incluso sin decir ni una sola palabra, puedes identificar el carácter de los 6 personajes en esta escena:
Tywin el líder.
Meñique a la izquierda del líder, busca trepar.
Varys, en el medio, sin llamar la atención.
Pycell, lejos. Sabe el peligro que Tywin representa para él.
Cersei a la derecha de su padre, se considera la heredera.
Tyrion en la otra cabecera, va totalmente en contra de su padre, al que considera su único rival.
‘Oh my God, how much stuff have I not allowed myself to enjoy because I was in my own head — feeling like I was unworthy?'
This just hit me like a ton of bricks. Fuck.