( she'd had a conversation with yuri lowell some weeks ago, in that brief span of quiet between pirate jenny's arrival and her attempt to drown them all. and from that chat had come the seemingly indisputable fact that it was going to be resilience that got them through this hellscape. not grand speeches, not any one stroke of genius, not the strength of a single human being. but that willingness to learn everything, lean into every challenge, ask questions and expand your thinking. and most importantly, get back up after being knocked down.
traps, gun handling, fighting techniques and relevant histories could be taught. hell, even magic could probably be learned. but resilience wasn't something that could be acquired on a whim, and was even harder to disperse. some people had it, some didn't, and in times clarke doubts her own stubborn willingness to never back down, she doesn't doubt natsuno's.
the noose should hold tight around his finger. if he somehow manages to get free, they just need a bigger rock as a counterweight. the trap is designed to latch around the birds foot, but not cut it off. if it caught around the animals throat, it'd inevitably strangle it. )
Only whenever we wanted to eat.
( rations ran out, it wasn't like they'd been sent down with the makings and seedlings of a hydroponic farm. the delinquents from farm station had set to making a still before they'd considered a garden, like teenagers left to their own devices tend to do. clarke eventually reaches out to untangle the noose from natsuno's finger and slowly resets the trap so he can watch. )
You'd have to catch a lot of birds to feed 97 people though. We usually tried to find bigger animals that weren't too irradiated. But you can go almost a month without eating, and hunting wasn't a bigger priority than fortifying our camp so.
( so sometimes they went hungry. there was a reason so many of the surviving 100 were sold so instantly by the platters of meat and cakes set before them in the depths of mount weather. there was a reason clarke's self imposed hunger strike her first month on board hadn't entirely crippled her resolve; it hadn't been anything too new. )
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traps, gun handling, fighting techniques and relevant histories could be taught. hell, even magic could probably be learned. but resilience wasn't something that could be acquired on a whim, and was even harder to disperse. some people had it, some didn't, and in times clarke doubts her own stubborn willingness to never back down, she doesn't doubt natsuno's.
the noose should hold tight around his finger. if he somehow manages to get free, they just need a bigger rock as a counterweight. the trap is designed to latch around the birds foot, but not cut it off. if it caught around the animals throat, it'd inevitably strangle it. )
Only whenever we wanted to eat.
( rations ran out, it wasn't like they'd been sent down with the makings and seedlings of a hydroponic farm. the delinquents from farm station had set to making a still before they'd considered a garden, like teenagers left to their own devices tend to do. clarke eventually reaches out to untangle the noose from natsuno's finger and slowly resets the trap so he can watch. )
You'd have to catch a lot of birds to feed 97 people though. We usually tried to find bigger animals that weren't too irradiated. But you can go almost a month without eating, and hunting wasn't a bigger priority than fortifying our camp so.
( so sometimes they went hungry. there was a reason so many of the surviving 100 were sold so instantly by the platters of meat and cakes set before them in the depths of mount weather. there was a reason clarke's self imposed hunger strike her first month on board hadn't entirely crippled her resolve; it hadn't been anything too new. )