( that's a sweet sentiment and everything, but is undermined by clarke's own self loathing and the acknowledgement that she's changed from a bright eyed, optimistic teenage girl into an instinctual instrument of death.
natsuno is being favored with a side-long, almost rueful smile. )
I hope they don't need me anymore.
( and this has all been lovely, but entirely too open and vulnerable so, a somewhat immediate misdirect. )
Want to try hitting a target? ( behind them is the stretch of deck that leads back to the doors into the ships interior. there's bound to be some sort of lighting fixture illuminating the entrance, and that's what clarke jerks her thumb at. ) Put the lights out.
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natsuno is being favored with a side-long, almost rueful smile. )
I hope they don't need me anymore.
( and this has all been lovely, but entirely too open and vulnerable so, a somewhat immediate misdirect. )
Want to try hitting a target? ( behind them is the stretch of deck that leads back to the doors into the ships interior. there's bound to be some sort of lighting fixture illuminating the entrance, and that's what clarke jerks her thumb at. ) Put the lights out.