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[skaikru]

OPEN POST.

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[comminatory]

Hurt is better than dead in their sleep.

[ Which is what Raven may well resort to. Lexa, Clarke would say, has too much honor for that. Bellamy knows it.

But Raven is cut from his same cloth, and it's what he'd do if she had taken someone from him the way he'd taken Finn from Raven. If it had been Octavia, if it had been Clarke, Lexa wouldn't still be breathing. ]

They either get it out of their system, or it eats them alive.

[skaikru]

[ Ugh, fine but — ]

Then you can intermediate.

[comminatory]

[ A nod comes, understanding and obedient. ]

I'll handle it.

[ This can only end poorly. ]

You okay?

[skaikru]

[ No. ]

I'm fine.

[ If "fine" consists of not sleeping, and seeing Finn Collins' face in various reflective surfaces and out of the corner of her eyes. But Clarke puts up a pretty good front, and channels her deep-seeded trauma into anxiety. ]

I'm going a little stir crazy here. I can't do anything. [ For anyone. For her friends in Mount Weather. For her friends here. ]

[comminatory]

You can keep Raven and the Commander from killing one another. [ Reason and comfort rarely intersect, so he makes note of where they can. ] That has to count for something. We can't fight an enemy if we're busy fighting our friends. [ The "has to" makes it all too apparent that he feels equally listless, useless even, but he struggles through it to try and find something usable. ] We should try taking watch shifts by the dining hall, see if we can catch a glimpse of who's going in there.