Echo: Maybe Something Traumatic Will Wake Tech Up.

Echo: Maybe something traumatic will wake Tech up.

Crosshair: Well... I wasn't there for the first one!

PLAN 99!

*shoves Cx-2 off a platform*

Hunter: CROSSHAIR WHA-

Crosshair: Relaaax.

Wrecker from below: I got him!

Celebi trying to matchmake her two partners

This will make you cry.

To the “Tech is alive” truthers — all of them — I hope you’re okay. Some of you stuck it out to very end. Some of you still haven’t given up. Your theories were amazing and you actually got me to believe that there was a possibility Tech would come back. You’re all awesome.

To the 130 people who voted on my “Bad Batch Finale” poll: none of you chose the “watch the finale and then dropping the show for good” option and I’m so glad because that was not the correct answer.

And thank you to the entire Bad Batch fandom: I likely wouldn’t have gotten too into this show without you. Thank you for making this experience more amazing than I possibly could have imagined.

That being said, since we have no confirmed answer on CX-2, let’s just all agree he was the soup clone so we have some closure.

You think with all these Tech posts, he’d be my favorite. He’s not — I am more for Echo and Hunter lmao. The CX-2 theories were really interesting to me and since Tech seemed like the prime candidate I ended up talking about him for a bit. With the final episode of Bad Batch coming in less than a week now, I wanna say it’s been fun and I hope this fandom continues to keep Bad Batch alive. The community for this show has been amazing so far. I’m glad we can all come together and enjoy this show. Have a good day, everyone! ^_^

Also to the other Bad Batch fans concerned with Echo’s safety, I was literally not worried until I heard all the ways this could go wrong. Now I am scared. Why did you do this to me. /j

New ship dynamic: Guard Dog x Sacrificial Lamb.

It’s undying devotion to someone who was doomed from the start. It’s someone believing in you when you don’t believe in yourself.

It’s the desire to protect that rages and spits in the face destiny. It’s the desperation for a life with someone when you were born to die.

It’s the willingness to bloody your hands so that theirs remain unblemished. It’s a longing to be a person when you are meant to be a symbol.

It’s an insurmountable distance between you and your love the length of a pedestal, the length of columns that hold up the heavens, the length of that wretched gap between the divine and the mortal, the length of an altar that’s never quite been scrubbed clean when everyone knows it will only spill over with crimson again.

It’s asking yourself if you'd fight against fate for them and knowing that your answer has only ever been always.

It's asking yourself if you'd fulfill your destiny even if it means leaving them behind and wondering when your answer became never.