[Everything about this self-important and supposed Chancellor just sets her teeth on edge. Sacrificing the few to save the many--just like how there were some who would have executed her best friend to save the world. And they never actually call it murder, do they? Ohh, does she ever wish that was the person she'd been able to punch, all of a sudden...
But he's only a face on a screen. There's Wells next to her--apparently the guy's son, but beyond that Rita doesn't particularly care, even if some of the other kids sneer at him. At this point, it's mattering less to her who's responsible for Clarke's dad's death, because this Clarke might not even know all the details, and it also kind of pales in comparison to the immediate problem of careening towards the planet.
Anyway, she might still be white-knuckling those straps, but between the combination of fear and anger, she manages a half-choke, half-snort. Because...technically, yes, actually. A very big, mountain-sized rock.]
Maybe I did. What's it matter right now? [She scowls at the screen again, more angry at Jaha now than this feistier version of Clarke.] Is he ever gonna shut up and get off that high horse?
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But he's only a face on a screen. There's Wells next to her--apparently the guy's son, but beyond that Rita doesn't particularly care, even if some of the other kids sneer at him. At this point, it's mattering less to her who's responsible for Clarke's dad's death, because this Clarke might not even know all the details, and it also kind of pales in comparison to the immediate problem of careening towards the planet.
Anyway, she might still be white-knuckling those straps, but between the combination of fear and anger, she manages a half-choke, half-snort. Because...technically, yes, actually. A very big, mountain-sized rock.]
Maybe I did. What's it matter right now? [She scowls at the screen again, more angry at Jaha now than this feistier version of Clarke.] Is he ever gonna shut up and get off that high horse?