Also speaking of the monologue I want to take a sec to just gush about how it’s structured. The way it begins with two pages of Griffith reminiscing about his dream. “It was the brightest thing I had ever seen.” Shining. The next page is Griffith with that light shining before him.
Then into darkness, deep darkness without even a trace of light. The darkness of the torture chamber, the darkness, one assumes, of having his dream ripped away from him. Only one thing is vivid.
And it’s Guts.
I just love how it’s set up as a bait and switch to really drive in the point that Guts has overtaken his dream. You turn the page, expecting to see Griffith consumed with longing for his lost dream, for the castle, the thing he just described as the brightest thing he’d ever seen, but nope, it’s Guts, like lightning blazing within him.
And then the monologue ends with Griffith returning to the subject of the dream only to say it’s dull compared to Guts.
Like this is straightforward but I still love how it’s set up to play with expectation, and to compare Griffith before and Griffith after Guts. The dream shining within him, replaced by Guts shining within him.
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