( the detachment catches. clarke watches and feels — learns. it's easy to lose herself in it, a little harder to tell if he's painting a picture of himself, of her, or of a stranger neither of them really knew but could relate to. it's a more efficient disguise than the ones they've been given for their mission below; the drapes of this facade don't shift in the wind, cannot be stripped. they're hooked all the way down into bone marrow.
by the end, her decision is clear. )
(So you're a sociopath.)
( though underneath the judgement, there's understanding. she's not uneducated in the methods of divorcing from who you really are, or in losing pieces of that original person in the process. who we are and who we need to be — )
no subject
by the end, her decision is clear. )
( So you're a sociopath. )
( though underneath the judgement, there's understanding. she's not uneducated in the methods of divorcing from who you really are, or in losing pieces of that original person in the process. who we are and who we need to be — )