( one corner of her mouth twitches as she fiddles with the edges of the friendship bracelet. tight braided and lumpy, ending in a knot, and then just frayed ends of string. you ever related to an inanimate object on a level you can't even quite articulate? )

It's okay to be scared. ( fear can't be death when death is commonplace and meaningless. the nothing is terrifying, but clarke is tired. ) It's a good motivator. But don't let it paralyze you either. Even with the worst case scenario, don't forget someone could always come along who'd actually know what to do with the information we've found.

( a sigh, because talking about what others might accomplish after your prospective demise is not a nice chat. it feels like preemptive failure, and tired or not, she's not ready for that. the thought is purged, and she looks from the bracelet to natsuno. he's distracted looking at a pressed flower, and clarke reaches out to prod his leg; get him to look up. )

Hey. We can't control what other people do with the knowledge. But we can start small, just to test the waters. Maybe just one person, who we could do our best to help not mess up. And ( who else had she told recently that fear wasn't a bad thing? ) for that, my choice would be Vance Hopper.