Into the Badlands

It has begun.

If you want to use your Gift without cutting,

then you need to find a trigger.

A memory.

A feeling.

What kind of feeling?

One that hurts more than any knife.

I mean, it felt like that since Castor's funeral.

More arrivals.

Can you believe all these people?

Leaving their whole lives behind,

for someone they've never even seen.

This Pilgrim could be

the greatest bullshitter who ever walked the Earth.

Ankara's treatment is wearing off.

We don't have much time.

Look at this mob.

There must be a doll's house giving away free samples.

Come on. Make way, you mindless flock.

M.K.

This is Henry.

Give him the baby.

You all right?

Now!

Give me the baby. Give me the baby.

I don't want to hurt you.

You won't.

M.K.!

Hello, Sanzo.

It's been a long time.

We have been expecting you.

No, no, no. Hold still.

I'll be fine.

Just worry about fixing my son.

Can you cure him?

That will be up to Pilgrim.

I've never known anyone with the power to control

someone else's Gift before...

Pilgrim is very special.

Almost as special as you, Sanzo.

Why do you keep calling me that?

How is that you don't even know your name,

when you are the one who summoned us?

No. No. No, he didn't.

That was me.

I'm the thief that stole the compass

and sent that wretched signal.

Of course.

Fate would have a sense of humor.

So, it's true, then?

You really don't remember me, brother?

Come. You must be famished from your journey.

Just 'cause a man calls you brother,

doesn't mean he's your brother.

What is this place?

People build palaces like this

so they would never forget their past.

Temples to humanity's collective soul.

I don't care about souls.

Just the living.

What is the soul, if not a record of our lives?

Immortal only for as long as we are remembered.

There is so much I remember.

I remember when we were not much older than Henry.

Back in Azra.

We were its chosen sons.

Meant to bring peace and order to a broken world.

Until the Black Lotus found our city.

You're the only reason I escaped alive.

You and your older sister, Kannin.

What happened to her?

I don't know.

I thought you were dead,

until we heard your signal.

Wait. Cressida said you could save him.

I can only control the Gift.

But I cannot cure it. Not alone.

But together, the two of us,

we can do far more than cure him.

We can shape the Gift to our will.

What are you talking about?

Becoming gods.

Just as we were destined.

You saved my life once, brother.

Help me save this wretched world.

Help me save your son.

You need to send a message.

You know, you're not the first Baron

to put down a rebellion, right?

Well, then what makes me any different?

All that people want is for the war to end.

So let's end it.

The surge can still work. Let's give the word

and we'll storm their lines

with every Clipper in our ranks.

And thousands more will die.

Even if we win that way, we'll never have real peace.

If we're to end this bloody cycle,

it's time that we put our own lives on the line.

You smuggled Cogs

out of your family's mansion for years, how?

White Bone is built on a grid of ancient tunnels.

Most of which were filled in before I was born,

but there's some they never found.

I know what you're thinking,

and even if we get inside,

my sister will have an entire battalion waiting.

We'll tell Moon to storm the front.

Every Clipper in our ranks, just like you said.

They only need to fight long enough

to draw reinforcements away from White Bone,

while we can go in and kill your sister ourselves.

You, me, Tilda, no one else has to die.

I need to know that when the time comes,

you won't hesitate to kill your sister.

I have no love for her.

That's not what I asked.

I'm your Baron now.

And I need to be sure that when I give a command,

you'll obey.

No matter what.

I have never pledged myself to any Baron,

not even my family's.

I don't care about titles. I don't care about territories.

But I would do anything for you.

Tell Pilgrim.

What is it?

They found it.

They found the entrance to the Chamber.

Our faith and sacrifice have been rewarded,

as I knew they would.

Open it.

The birthplace of Azra.

The Meridian Chamber.

Finally.

It's more beautiful than I imagined.

The journey of our lives has led us to this moment.

Every machine has a switch.

How do we turn this one on?

This is much more than a machine.

It's a temple.

It is not a switch that we need...

But an offering.

There's still one element missing.

The Catalyst.

Yes. And he has found his way home to us.

Just as Fate promised.

The Widow tells me

you'll be leading her army into battle.

That's right.

I'm commandeering your Clippers as well.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

I wasn't asking.

We need everyone who can swing a sword

out on that battlefield.

And my people will be there.

Fighting under my command.

You're not a warrior.

No.

I'm a Viceroy,

pledged to fight by my Baron's side.

I counseled Quinn through countless wars.

I know strategy better than any Regent, including you.

Now, it takes more than strategy

to survive a battle.

Please, Lydia.

There's no reason to put yourself in harm's way.

The Widow's walking straight into a lion's den.

If she doesn't make it back alive,

her army will need a new Baron to lead them.

They need to see their leader fighting

by their side on the battlefield.

Always planning for tomorrow.

Even if neither one of us lives to see it.

You are wonderful,

but a warrior knows that every night could be his last.

Then we should plan for that too.

It's time.

Yes, it is. Your army is ready.

Remember. You don't need to break through.

Just hold the line long enough for us

to sneak in to White Bone and kill her.

Affirmative.

Gaius and Tilda are waiting for you by the west gate.

Good luck.

Lydia, wait.

You're gonna need more than luck out there.

My late husband gave this to me on our wedding night.

A real romantic.

He said that sometimes a Baron's wife

has to pay the price for her husband's actions.

And now, here we are clearing up the mess they left us.

A woman's work is never done.

Lydia,

whatever happens,

thank you for having faith in our cause.

I don't believe in causes,

I believe in people.

I look forward to celebrating our victory together.