( hmmmm — yeah, no, she's lost it. the string connecting points on a map has been drawn too taught and snapped, clarke no longer feels like she has any grasp on what she's trying to talk about or what she's trying to ask, and it sucks. )
...Friday, I'm so happy you're back to being you, but could you please just give me one straight, step-by-step answer? I'll get out of your hair afterwards.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie", or something. They're not really dead until they're at peace, and until then I think they deserve our recognition and remembrance.
I have seen-- Do I need to torture someone myself to know it hurts? Did the ghosts you met last month seem like a real happy bunch of people? Compared to the main vectors? They've had it easy!
( first and foremost how dare you perceive her this accurately, it's bordering on a second "roast of clarke griffin" in three weeks. secondly — something sad breaks across her face. )
I just — ( want to help? don't know what else to try? think it's all worth pain, be it a little or a lot? none of that feels like it'll land well, and while she can't quite manage a sigh, her shoulders droop and there's a hint of deflation. )
...I'm not doing any of this for myself. Do they want to be left alone to rot, or do they want something more?
( for what it's worth, she has the good grace and shreds enough of common sense to look absolutely horrified at that revelation. give her a second to reschool her features, though a visceral discomfort reigns supreme in the furrow between her eyebrows. )
Hunger is... it's a powerful drive. How... How have you managed to keep them all at bay for this long?
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now, very suddenly and on the tail ends of remembering their last conversation, that changes. )
Whichever ghost the Captain's kept around the longest? You know, the one that made the strongest impression on him.
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...what are they if not ghosts?
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... Prisoners?
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but — hmm. )
How nice are their cages?
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Not great!
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Which deck?
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...Friday, I'm so happy you're back to being you, but could you please just give me one straight, step-by-step answer? I'll get out of your hair afterwards.
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it really, really should be. and yet — )
I'm not going to hurt anyone. It'd stay with me. I truly believe that, but it'd be easier to accomplish with a little guidance.
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Your belief... isn't right.
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And if I was after easy, I wouldn't be here digging at you. Are you afraid, Friday?
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Do you really only think of yourself? How can you be so selfish and want to sacrifice yourself? Are you just doing that for yourself?
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I just — ( want to help? don't know what else to try? think it's all worth pain, be it a little or a lot? none of that feels like it'll land well, and while she can't quite manage a sigh, her shoulders droop and there's a hint of deflation. )
...I'm not doing any of this for myself. Do they want to be left alone to rot, or do they want something more?
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And when you want to eat, there isn't room to want anything else.
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Hunger is... it's a powerful drive. How... How have you managed to keep them all at bay for this long?
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Magic.
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