( shiro apologizes, and clarke pushes through those whispered regrets in some vain hope that continuing to speak would ease the guilt creasing his face and thoughts. but that doesn't seem to do the trick. he's distant and apologizing again, and she can't for the life of her figure out why. it shows on her features, confusion pinched around the corners of tight lips, and a sharp shake of the head. )
Don't be.
( it's old news. it's been over a year. he didn't kill her father, and that hurt has long since been concealed and dubbed healed. pity, even genuine, doesn't sit well in her ribcage.
doubling back to being called lucky, clarke is quiet as she chews on that sentiment. luck was surviving the nuclear apocalypse, in surviving on a dying space station; in being the daughter of two very notable figures on board and arguably blind to the suffering of others until later in her life. luck was surviving for as long as they all had on the ground, too. )
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Don't be.
( it's old news. it's been over a year. he didn't kill her father, and that hurt has long since been concealed and dubbed healed. pity, even genuine, doesn't sit well in her ribcage.
doubling back to being called lucky, clarke is quiet as she chews on that sentiment. luck was surviving the nuclear apocalypse, in surviving on a dying space station; in being the daughter of two very notable figures on board and arguably blind to the suffering of others until later in her life. luck was surviving for as long as they all had on the ground, too. )
Do you know Bellamy Blake? Or John Murphy?