Sense8 - Season 2eps12 <ORIGINAL>

The rain over London was a baptism. Will Gorski stood on the rooftop, the cold seeping through his jacket, but he didn’t feel it. He felt the sun on Nomi’s face in San Francisco, the spice of Mumbai on Kala’s tongue, the bass thrum of Berlin’s club under Wolfgang’s feet. The cluster was a symphony, and tonight, they were playing their final movement.

“To being felt,” Riley added.

“No,” Kala said softly, her voice echoing through them all. “That’s what he is. Don’t become him.” Sense8 - Season 2Eps12

They met on a grassy hill overlooking the Thames. No words. Just hugs that lasted a full minute, then another. Wolfgang kissed Kala like he was breathing for the first time. Sun and Mun finally held hands without a cell wall between them. Nomi and Amanita wept into each other’s shoulders. Will looked at Riley, and she smiled. The rain over London was a baptism

Whispers had become a roar. The BPO (Biologic Preservation Organization) choppers weren’t just hunting them anymore; they were hunting anyone who could feel . Whispers, his pale, ghostly face now scarred by Wolfgang’s defiance, had declared open season on the sensate population. The cluster was a symphony, and tonight, they

They emerged from the bunker into the grey London dawn. One by one, the cluster arrived. Lito flew in from Mexico, Hernando and Daniela in tow. Kala arrived from Mumbai, her wedding ring now worn on a chain around her neck. Capheus came from Nairobi, his smile brighter than the sun breaking through the clouds.

But Wolfgang didn’t kill him.