Darcy listens along to Clarke's hypothesis of why he laid out the party the way he did. And it made sense, of course, Darcy always found herself looking too closely to notice the big picture. Her tunnel vision had meant she'd missed a lot of the peripheral violence that went on, narrowed to the two extremes of people doing something and people doing nothing. But their first real point of disagreement arises, and Darcy tilts her head like a bird of prey trying to zero in on the location of a field mouse.

"Do you have much experience, killing things that don't die? That don't pay attention to you trying to hurt them, things more powerful than you are. Because I do, Clarke," she uses her name purposefully, to throw her off-balance, "I kill ghosts. They don't go down to hitting them until they stop moving. If you're fighting magic bullshit, you need to think like them; what they want, what they're looking for, why they won't leave. Some things don't die when you kill them. Some things die when you figure them out. Trust me, I want to beat his face in more than anyone, but both parts are important."