There's definitely more involved in the Shadow King's plan but "Chapter 13," a relatively small and self-contained episode compared to the rest of the season, is really all about the villain letting David know that he can and will tear through his life.

There's no other series that feels like it's consistently smashing traditional templates. This is how you bend hour-long narratives into gnostic, ridiculously insular knots.

Just as screwy and visually resplendent as ever, but the coils of its baffling plot are easier to navigate the less you think about them-it's best to consider each episode as an impressionistic mood piece...

The show isn't uniquely focused on David's psychology anymore, or routed through it. That's giving this series a lot of room to grow.

What continues to make Legion the most ambitious and rewarding of the Marvel shows, though, is its intimate grasp on characters that can't trust themselves at all.

Remember, recurring sensory experiences are one of the first symptoms you've been infected by Farouk.

No one is whole, but they constantly seek unification -- each is an emotional Shepard Tone, perpetually rising, never getting anywhere.

A brilliant piece of television.

Legion demands all the attention you can muster - and then some.

Season 2's story feints at settling into something mundane, but it stays true to the series's roots.

Legion insists that it has lots to tell us about who we are, but it's worth watching, mainly, to understand what it is.

It's so, so smart. It's daring and strange and ambitious as hell. I don't trust it, but I'm sure as hell glad it's back.

But the frustrations and indulgences are all of a piece. This is someone else's dream. You get to watch it, question it, and sometimes dance to it.

A lot will depend on how well the rest of the season pays off the big mysteries set up here, but for now, it's looking like a hell of a ride.

Despite Legion's broad visual strokes, that narrative was clear.