I’ve always read redemption arcs as a sort of narrative contract—you show me the work, I’ll believe the change. 'Villainess is Done Trying' surprised me because it actually honors that contract, but in a quiet, almost bureaucratic way. Felicity’s redemption isn't about grand gestures or dramatic sacrifices; it's built through administrative competence and refusing to engage with the old, petty narrative logic. She doesn't win over her former tormentors with speeches. She just... does her job well, which turns out to be the ultimate subversion in a world that wants her to be either a monster or a martyr.
The novel is sharp about how systems of expectation trap everyone. The 'heroine' and the 'capture targets' are just as bound by their roles as Felicity was by hers. Her redemption comes from opting out of that entire economy of attention and drama. It’s a weirdly practical kind of grace—finding peace by becoming irrelevant to the plot, then rebuilding a life on her own terms from that quiet space. The satisfaction is less in seeing her forgiven and more in watching her become genuinely, boringly free.