Life sucks and then you die — if that isn't the realest shit she's heard in her entire life...

Waking up on the Serena Eterna, dying twice, and still blinking up at the ceiling of her cabin covered in pitch black blood a few hours later is as close as Clarke will ever come to the second part of that traditional greeting, however. But even that feels like more than enough to set her teeth on edge and do her sanity in.

"...and what about the bad days?"