( there's a pause in their departure, rooted in clarke's desire to linger and pick at the details — no, tell me more. but up against the edge of unease that's been embodied in her posture and tone throughout the entire conversation, it's easier to quash her questions and reach behind herself for the door handle.
responses like likewise and i look forward to it would be half hearted and thin, and are thus not offered. clarke accepts this goodbye with a slight nod of her head, and a step backwards that stings more like a retreat than is necessary. )
Goodnight then, Seviilia.
( whatever hunger pains had driven her to traipse aimlessly around the apartments earlier had abated. clarke chews instead on the clipped sentiments that this entire waking world, this mission, doesn't seem like it will ever have less distractions. )
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responses like likewise and i look forward to it would be half hearted and thin, and are thus not offered. clarke accepts this goodbye with a slight nod of her head, and a step backwards that stings more like a retreat than is necessary. )
Goodnight then, Seviilia.
( whatever hunger pains had driven her to traipse aimlessly around the apartments earlier had abated. clarke chews instead on the clipped sentiments that this entire waking world, this mission, doesn't seem like it will ever have less distractions. )