( okay but that's like, fucking hilariously accurate in the middle of an otherwise tense conversation. and clarke outright snorts; rolls her eyes and allows the rueful smirk to curve at the edges of her mouth. eventually fist fighting darcy is un-scratched out from her to do list, because natsuno is absolutely correct in his assessment.

but weird moment of levity done. back to seriousness, and the topic of retribution. )

Honestly surprised I made it ten feet from him after the rib thing, but — yeah, you're right. It'd be stupid to ignore the crossover of ideals and friendships on this ship. Being at odds with the people you care about is awful, though.

( ... )

I'm still sorry. About... what happened at the Bridge. ( and she looks at him carefully, like even a wrong glance might cause his skin to start callousing over and sloughing off again. ) I won't do that again.