( that's fair, and something clarke can reasonably relate to. she hadn't wanted to die alone on a perpetually burning planet, but when the situation arose that it was that or seven of her friends would also meet the same fate, it hadn't felt like much of a choice. she'd hung at the bottom of a satellite tower and quietly whispered her own death prayer to herself, then carried on. had died — entirely, or almost — in pain, isolated, and writhing, but hadn't regretted it even as the world went black.

then to wake up here, be robbed of that end and forced to fight for survival again, and have those sacrifices cheapened now that death became as inconsequential as stubbing one's toe... )

I get that, Natsuno, I do. You came to terms with it, and then someone worlds away decided you didn't get a say in the matter. That's something absolutely reasonable to be angry and sad about in the same breath.

But you can't run on anger all the time. And you can't swallow all that sadness, it'll eat you from the inside out like a cancer. You can't burn out before we figure out a way to kill the Captain right alongside us, I — I need you for that.