( misato's level headed and even handed — cold — response does... remarkably little to curb the edges of clarke's vehemence. it's murky waters, feeling affronted for all of asuka's second hand suffering without projecting her own bitter disapproval of how the adults in her life had seen fit to gamble with their lives when sending one hundred teenagers down to earth. that's an old hurt, one clarke hadn't fully acknowledged she still held on to. but old wounds scab, scar over, and reopen at the faintest hint of an edge.
clarke's voice is quiet; tight and controlled, the sort of low menace of someone trying exceptionally hard to reel in their anger. )
So all that suffering was for nothing and you don't even regret using them?
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clarke's voice is quiet; tight and controlled, the sort of low menace of someone trying exceptionally hard to reel in their anger. )
So all that suffering was for nothing and you don't even regret using them?