This feels a little like being asked to plead her case in order to avoid a death penalty. Which... given the River around them, it may actually be. And which she'd never been allowed to do before being consigned to solitary in the Skybox, but she's actually ready for this time.

Even if she stammers through the beginning.

"We're — It's —" Complicated? No, buckle down Griffin, you know this man appreciates facts, even if they sound nonsensical to the ear.

"You're going to leave this Bubble and be interdimensionally transported onto a haunted ghost ship. We're going to meet there, we're not going to trust each other at first, but you're going to end up being the first person I go to whenever I have questions. The whole thing's powered by magic you're not familiar with, and I don't even understand — but you teach me, and I listen. And we go through a lot, we die a lot. I die a lot. But between all of that —"

Her voice breaks here, one can only impassionately plea for so long before it feels like their larynx is shattering against a swell of emotion. And Clarke doesn't sense it against her cheeks, but a few tears have finally broken loose of her waterline and are slipping down her jawline.

"We're friends."

But it's not just that, is it?

"And I — I walked into a rift that has me stuck in your worst memories, and can't leave you. You're important to me."