( he'd done a decent job explaining himself, that's not where the disconnect stems from here. clarke's metric for monstrosities is just entirely hinged on how much of a threat they pose to her specifically — that'd been the first thing she'd asked natsuno when he revealed he was a vampire, after all: are you going to hurt me? — and despite the massive slight and continual emotional fallout after venti... mizuki wouldn't hurt her.

...right?

sitting here, holding hands, with a sloppy but sentimental friendship bracelet secured around her wrist, clarke doesn't think he would. real monsters don't organize picnics. )

What mood? ( this scoffing sort of acknowledgement of the camp around them is about as close to humor as clarke gets, but she's trying. ) I don't know about you, but I keep waiting for some sort of noxious gas to roll out from the treeline and kill us all. I don't get the point of this really just being a camping trip.