( it's not... not worth coming back to the ship for, right? if it ends up being enough to get him to stay on board instead of pushing back out to the surf remains to be seen. )

Hm. Light waves, maybe. The hole in his head was so dark it almost hurt to look at, like... if vantablack and a black hole mixed together. That could make an optical illusion, but...

( like that? clarke's taking natsuno's phone if he'll let her, and holding it closer to her face even as if proximity promised answers. )

Or maybe some sort of radiation. ( belatedly wishes she'd discarded the captain's warning and just stuck her hand in the hole, just to know for sure.

squint squint squint — worst case, it's just actual magic, right? but like a dog with a bone, the revelation that magic might just be fancy science her world hadn't discovered yet is one clarke's ready to grab and run with until she inevitably hits a wall.

...tomorrow. grab and run with tomorrow, because right now her eyes are twinging and she finally has to stop staring. give him back his phone and rub the palm of her hand into her eyes. )

It's giving me a headache.

( code for: damn i'm tired suddenly. )