( for as many people throughout the ship as she's left terrible impression on, there's at least a steadfast few that don't think her completely heartless. some get it, that she'd do anything for her people. that a great deal of her (trauma) personality is defined by the lengths she's gone in the path, and how easy it'd be to open those doors again. several months ago, ava star had voiced that she thought clarke most likely to kill them all, and what clarke hadn't said was for the right person, i would. in his own stubborn way, natsuno — resurrected and hurting on an existential level — still doesn't get it. but mizuki...
she might never understand him entirely. may have purposefully avoided him for a solid chunk of time as of late. will never understand his inclination towards ebalon, and his willingness to forgive on the surface, which deeply juxtaposes her inability to heal over old wounds completely. but he'd come when she called, jumped without her ever having to dictate how high, and now puts an inhumane method of torture in her hands with his blessing and assurance she'll use it for good.
if i have to stay that way, so be it.
— and he's a stronger person than she. clarke doesn't think she could do what he's promising. )
Hmmm. ( it's a hum of concession. the hour is late, she doesn't sleep much as is made plain by the deep purple semi-circles that decorate beneath her eyes. the lights are humming, they make strange shadows on the mangled teeth of an ancient bone saw laying out on the counter to their left. there's nowhere better to be, nowhere she'd rather be than sitting on a gurney beside mizuki in this moment — no matter what's about to come out of his mouth. i've got time. )
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she might never understand him entirely. may have purposefully avoided him for a solid chunk of time as of late. will never understand his inclination towards ebalon, and his willingness to forgive on the surface, which deeply juxtaposes her inability to heal over old wounds completely. but he'd come when she called, jumped without her ever having to dictate how high, and now puts an inhumane method of torture in her hands with his blessing and assurance she'll use it for good.
if i have to stay that way, so be it.
— and he's a stronger person than she. clarke doesn't think she could do what he's promising. )
Hmmm. ( it's a hum of concession. the hour is late, she doesn't sleep much as is made plain by the deep purple semi-circles that decorate beneath her eyes. the lights are humming, they make strange shadows on the mangled teeth of an ancient bone saw laying out on the counter to their left. there's nowhere better to be, nowhere she'd rather be than sitting on a gurney beside mizuki in this moment — no matter what's about to come out of his mouth. i've got time. )
Shoot.