Purely personal interpretation, nothing to do with history.
Watching the show with the expectation of male-to-male love, only to find that the vague feelings between Charles and Sebastian are only part of it, and Sebastian simply doesn't appear anymore. So, recalling this film after watching it, on the background of sadness and desolation, there is only one point of anxiety - Sebastian.
Lonely, wayward, vulnerable, confused, childish, likable, insecure, rambunctious, sunny, charming, yearning for love but not getting it—there are countless words to describe this distressed or regretful child. Without his bridgeshead, it is simply a running account that can only be read with patience. Since the latter part of the episode, I have been looking forward to seeing him again, I hope to see him get better, I hope someone can warm him up, and my heart aches at his down and out place, and I still can't let it go until many days later.
Ask yourself why are you so upset? Suddenly, Sebastian is just a projection of himself. Friendship or love, all Sebastian needs is love and attention. Charles' rock-like stable personality and emotions once gave Sebastian enough security, but it was his actual personality and worldview that made it impossible for him to satisfy Sebastian's bottomless, exclusive need for love forever. Sebastian projects his love for himself onto his parents, Aloysius the bear, and Charles, only to fail. Facts have once again proved in a cruel way that if a person does not love himself, but expects others to give unchanging love, security, confidence, praise and resonance, it is a mirror-like thing. I hope that Sebastian can be like everyone else and live in the sunshine without any worries, precisely because I realize that I am similar to Sebastian; I hope that Sebastian can be redeemed, it is I hope that I can be redeemed; I love Sebastian who is good no matter what, it is precisely Love the self that you secretly humiliate, accuse, despise, compare yourself to.
For a long time, I realized that I was ashamed of my existence, endlessly comparing myself to others and always losing, mercilessly whipping myself with the whip but still feeling that I was not good enough, and then for that Depression, worry, shame, fear, despair, and the cycle of disliking myself—after so much, so much, it turns out that I actually love myself.
All is well, all is well. You are all right.
Sebastian also thought of himself so low, so low that he abandoned the person who loved him, but was willing to be in the company of that filthy German soldier. Looking at Sebastian, who was standing upright and living in a mess, was like looking at himself dying. However, going down is the way to heaven. The deeper you dig, the higher you fly. The blond boy finally found the angel's wings after he was put to death and got the redemption of his soul. He, as expected, is still the one who "was called by God".
In this world, there are too many people like Sebastian who just walk in ignorance and don't know who they are.
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