( any trace remnants of frustration over a lack of answer melt from her shoulders as mizuki stop-starts-trails-off through somewhat fumbling thoughts. having been on the receiving end of abruptly posed, weighted, hard choices, clarke can belatedly chide herself for pushing at him for an answer. it wasn't a comfortable position to be in, and just because solutions come to mind for her more immediately now doesn't mean she can't recall all the waffling, self-flagellating, and emotionally violent hoops she'd had to jump through in the beginning.

it's perfectly fine he doesn't have an answer here. it's just a hypothetical after all, right? real decisions were hard to make outside of the pressing finality of real threats.

and really, it's enough to hear him summarize that he'd pick his friends over anyone else again. if she'd been subconsciously trying to figure out where their priorities aligned, at least they shared that particularly strong thread wrapped around their hearts. )

Hey — ( soft again, with a tease of silence immediately after while clarke waits to see if he'd lift his gaze to her face again. then she can nod, a small, forlorn smile pushed to the edge of her lips. ) It's okay. That you haven't figured it out yet. It's not supposed to be easy.

But you should think on it. There might not always be someone around to make those types of decisions for you.