( there's still no such thing as heroes so far as clarke's concerned, and really really feels like this fuck up ought to nail that point home and yet...
there's doubt. there's the unparalleled desire to either seek mizuki out and hug him, cry into his hair and make sure he knows just how sorry she is — or else just like. yeet herself off the boat? maybe not that dramatic, but god the urge to run away from interpersonal strife is high. but it still doesn't feel her place, this isn't something to make about her, and her own guilt shouldn't undermine her friends grief. so instead of a rebuke, it's all clarke can manage to simply type out: )
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there's doubt. there's the unparalleled desire to either seek mizuki out and hug him, cry into his hair and make sure he knows just how sorry she is — or else just like. yeet herself off the boat? maybe not that dramatic, but god the urge to run away from interpersonal strife is high. but it still doesn't feel her place, this isn't something to make about her, and her own guilt shouldn't undermine her friends grief. so instead of a rebuke, it's all clarke can manage to simply type out: )
...okay.
I'll talk to you later then.