( it's a statement so confident and yet so full of glaring holes that it has clarke physically blanching as if momentarily forgetting her pained expressions aren't still hidden behind their veils. she winces, thoughts curled in on themselves: the solace of being alone in the woods with no one to look out for except herself, the vulnerability. the rage and contempt she'd felt for being forcibly dragged back to civilization, and all the hurt — turns out seeing the faces of her people again hadn't so much reminded her every day of what she'd done to get them there, but more eviscerated her with all the pain and loss and concern and fear held in their eyes.
but there's the strength drawn from others. the comfort of knowing you could depend on the people at your back. the peace of mind found only in the arms of someone you cared about.
everyone deserved to have that. )
Why come sit over by me then? ( it's gentle, not derisive. like she's trying to coax asuka towards the idea of friendship being one of the many gifts of life instead of dismissing her from her side. it's accompanied by another flick of water, see? casual camaraderie isn't so bad. ) It can't just be because you dislike me less than anyone else here.
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but there's the strength drawn from others. the comfort of knowing you could depend on the people at your back. the peace of mind found only in the arms of someone you cared about.
everyone deserved to have that. )
Why come sit over by me then? ( it's gentle, not derisive. like she's trying to coax asuka towards the idea of friendship being one of the many gifts of life instead of dismissing her from her side. it's accompanied by another flick of water, see? casual camaraderie isn't so bad. ) It can't just be because you dislike me less than anyone else here.