( it's like a jumpstart to her system, the pilot light to all her perpetual frustration sparked. agitation colors the link, and clarke making no strides to conceal it as she drags her gaze from the window to stick lexa with a look that radiates disquiet and disinterest. )
(I didn't side with anyone.)
( is that entirely true? without airing all her hopes, dreams and conflicting thoughts aloud, clarke had still aligned herself most heavily with bellamy's line of thinking. there's no point going back until the war here was won, but then someday, maybe if they survived, they could return home and finish their battles there. see their loved ones — at least most of them. but in this moment clarke's conviction holds, and she thinks in a timbre of tight, controlled venom. when wounds reopen, they bleed anew. )
(We all agreed that we can't go home, and then just talked in circles until we got angry and snide. And unnecessarily hurtful — all over something none of us have any control over.
I'm not afraid of talking to you, Lexa, I just don't want to have the same pointless conversation again.)
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( I didn't side with anyone. )
( is that entirely true? without airing all her hopes, dreams and conflicting thoughts aloud, clarke had still aligned herself most heavily with bellamy's line of thinking. there's no point going back until the war here was won, but then someday, maybe if they survived, they could return home and finish their battles there. see their loved ones — at least most of them. but in this moment clarke's conviction holds, and she thinks in a timbre of tight, controlled venom. when wounds reopen, they bleed anew. )
( We all agreed that we can't go home, and then just talked in circles until we got angry and snide. And unnecessarily hurtful — all over something none of us have any control over.
I'm not afraid of talking to you, Lexa, I just don't want to have the same pointless conversation again. )