( thus far clarke had been able to gather the impression of together, kind of based solely on seeing the two of them sleep side by side from her position across the tent. there are other tells: the fondness with which kaji had compared her to misato, the familiarity with the other woman despite their inability to hold a conversation that didn't feel like some sort of competition of who could rattle the other's cage more effectively. and while clarke wonders what estrangement is embodied in that kind of, she doesn't pay it much mind other than a casual hum of understanding. that could be picked at later, compared to her alignment with lexa; together, kind of, though the two of them keep an appropriate and respectable distance when they sleep.
instead, she focuses on the evaluation of misato as an individual. it's only been a few hours since they'd spoken with intensity and unbridled accusatory statements, and as reserved as clarke is to call anyone a bitch aloud, there's another hum. this time of agreement. and when she speaks, it's with the conviction of likeminded people discussing a topic they're completely on the same page about. )
So you don't trust her. ( the bitterness is lacking on this end, but heightened caution and ready distrust run rampant and easily displayed on her facial features. ) Is that fair to say?
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instead, she focuses on the evaluation of misato as an individual. it's only been a few hours since they'd spoken with intensity and unbridled accusatory statements, and as reserved as clarke is to call anyone a bitch aloud, there's another hum. this time of agreement. and when she speaks, it's with the conviction of likeminded people discussing a topic they're completely on the same page about. )
So you don't trust her. ( the bitterness is lacking on this end, but heightened caution and ready distrust run rampant and easily displayed on her facial features. ) Is that fair to say?