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The problem isn’t losing faith. It’s being unable, or unwilling, to find it again. And Joe had. Joe had come back to him, just like Andy, just like Booker and Quynh. As long as they return to each other in the end, it will be okay
Nicky, during a version of The Old Guard 3.
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- Part 3 of Sniper Eyes
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21 Oct 2025
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"I'm sorry, by the way," Booker says quietly, after a minute.
"For what?" Joe asks.
"You and Nicky," Booker says hesitantly. "Didn't mean to be the reason you two start fighting. But you're okay now, right?"
Joe has already opened his mouth to say of course, of course they are okay.
But something makes him hesitate, because then again, has he followed his own advice and worked for Nicky's forgiveness?
He's not so sure.Or; Joe talks to his family about forgiveness.
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19 Oct 2025
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Nicolò and Yusuf have fought and killed each other so many times already. At this point, only hatred keeps them sane. While trapped under a rockfall, dying again and again next to each other, they are forced to work together to get out of this situation. This is how Yusuf discovers that Nicolò's heart is in the right place, and Nicolò discovers that Yusuf has the soul of a poet, but they both know that as soon as they are back on their feet, they will have to kill each other again.
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18 Oct 2025
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Nile thought army life was tough. Then she was adopted by a group of unhinged immortals who don't really understand what modesty means.
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18 Oct 2025
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Five times Nicolò fell in love with Yusuf and one time Nicky fell in love with Joe by cecilyjones
Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movies 2020 2025)
16 Oct 2025
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“Then he drew a knife from his belt, and all Nicolò could think was no, not again, he didn’t want to keep doing this. He was too tired to move. But the Saracen didn’t attack. Instead, he pushed his sleeve up and cut himself, a deep slice across the muscle of his forearm. They watched it heal, skin sealing back together, the wound vanishing like a drop of blood in water.
He spoke again, his tone full of desperation, whatever the words were. Again, angrier this time, he cut. Ranted in disbelief and denial, as if he pleaded with Nicolò to explain, which Nicolò couldn’t do. Cut himself again, and again, a thicket of bleeding wounds, blood dripping down the blade, his arm. All the cuts healed, vanished.
Nicolò reached over and caught the Saracen’s wrist, stopping him. The Saracen stared, as Nicolò pried the knife from his hand, and let his wrist go.”
(In which I tackle the origin story…)
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18 Oct 2025