at the end of the show, james flint who refused to bow to the system that ruined his life ends up in a place where he is supposed to toil for the benefit of the said system. because his friend sent him there. to a place that england created for people like him to disappear and never bother her again. england won, because his friend let her win. delivered him to her on a silver plate. returned him to her clutches so he could continue to break his back for her. but it’s ok, it’s love…

Fully and totally agreed. I don’t think I’m ever going to be over the simple fact that after all that struggle, all that sacrifice, all that pain – England won, because one man decided that the fight wasn’t worth it. I find it hugely ironic that the moment someone starts trying to define Silver as a monster in the same derisive, degrading way people have with Flint all his life, he literally stomps that man’s head in, but when James Flint practically begs Silver not to allow the world to remember him as nothing more than a monster, Silver decides that he suddenly doesn’t care about stories. It’s been six months, and I’m still not over this and I don’t suspect I ever will be, because the reality is that he made Flint’s worst nightmare a reality and in the process, he left Thomas Hamilton to remain a slave. I’m sorry, but none of this is any version of love.