That's an assessment of her character that's probably supposed to hurt. But it's more like a blunted knife digging at scar tissue than anything sharp and lancing. Something in Clarke's guts twist, but she doesn't wince — not that Bash would have seen it anyways, as he turned to leave. She swallows down the kneejerk you don't even know me, and the deeper, unkind and simple good luck. And just watches him leave.
Then sits back in her chair — leg tapping, fingers thrumming, chest tight; a lot of energy all of a sudden, and in need of a productive outlet. What could possibly have been a prime opportunity for soul searching feels more like furthering her own condemnation as a person and is thus cut short. Five minutes after Bash leaves, Clarke follows suit.
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That's an assessment of her character that's probably supposed to hurt. But it's more like a blunted knife digging at scar tissue than anything sharp and lancing. Something in Clarke's guts twist, but she doesn't wince — not that Bash would have seen it anyways, as he turned to leave. She swallows down the kneejerk you don't even know me, and the deeper, unkind and simple good luck. And just watches him leave.
Then sits back in her chair — leg tapping, fingers thrumming, chest tight; a lot of energy all of a sudden, and in need of a productive outlet. What could possibly have been a prime opportunity for soul searching feels more like furthering her own condemnation as a person and is thus cut short. Five minutes after Bash leaves, Clarke follows suit.