[ Asuka won't admit it, but there's a part of her that takes comfort in having Clarke close. In having Clarke refuse to back away. Another part of her screams for her to leave the interloper behind, to find a place where she can be alone and where she won't have to deal with the disgusting presence of anyone else. Where she cna quietly loathe herself and her situation in peace and quiet. But she doesn't. She just goes to her tent and once she's inside, she starts stripping off layers, moving in sharp, short motions, making a noise of frustration as part of her headdress catches in her hair and she yanks on it, ignoring the pain.
A noise rolls out of her. It's not a word. It's frustration and rage and sorrow and she doesn't have an answer for Clarke. She's just trying to get it all off. ]
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A noise rolls out of her. It's not a word. It's frustration and rage and sorrow and she doesn't have an answer for Clarke. She's just trying to get it all off. ]
Stupid, fucking thing...!