Darcy stares outright at her for a few long beats, remembering Helena's words but also... really unsure as to what the good faith way to take that would even be.

"If you're here to argue about ship politics more, I'm too tired for it, Clarke. I won't do it. I don't like arguing in front of everyone with people I care about, I don't like being locked in a room with shitty people who hate me, and I don't like watching people I care about go into a meat grinder without knowing if they're coming back. Sorry I'm not setting up a fucking 'we did it' party, the road to get here fucking sucked."