clarke hadn't set about this conversation with the intention of making darcy cry, but faced with the other girl crumbling in on herself in the wake of some deeply personal realization, she's not surprised. or put off. so all that anger was predictably a masking technique for the overwhelming sensation of fear, or feeling too small in the face of big things, or loss, or disappointment — that's usually how it goes. clarke tends to get mad at inanimate objects and just sweep everything off her desk before settling in for a few seconds of gasping around sobs.
in their own way, tears were a better release. it's easier to wipe your face and get back to business than it is to ice bruised knuckles or stitch up stab wounds in your chest.
clarke's voice finally drops the last vestiges of stern. if she were honest to herself, the tone she adopts reminds her of her mother, dr. griffin at the bedside of a mortally wounded patient that doesn't want to fight the pain anymore. soft. quiet. accepting and even, giving options while keeping her own opinion thoroughly shoved into a glass bottle. )
We're going back to the ship. You can rest if you need to. And if you mean all of this — everything we're being forced to endure, on top of everything we already dealt with back home... No one's going to judge you if you need to give up, Darcy.
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clarke hadn't set about this conversation with the intention of making darcy cry, but faced with the other girl crumbling in on herself in the wake of some deeply personal realization, she's not surprised. or put off. so all that anger was predictably a masking technique for the overwhelming sensation of fear, or feeling too small in the face of big things, or loss, or disappointment — that's usually how it goes. clarke tends to get mad at inanimate objects and just sweep everything off her desk before settling in for a few seconds of gasping around sobs.
in their own way, tears were a better release. it's easier to wipe your face and get back to business than it is to ice bruised knuckles or stitch up stab wounds in your chest.
clarke's voice finally drops the last vestiges of stern. if she were honest to herself, the tone she adopts reminds her of her mother, dr. griffin at the bedside of a mortally wounded patient that doesn't want to fight the pain anymore. soft. quiet. accepting and even, giving options while keeping her own opinion thoroughly shoved into a glass bottle. )
We're going back to the ship. You can rest if you need to. And if you mean all of this — everything we're being forced to endure, on top of everything we already dealt with back home... No one's going to judge you if you need to give up, Darcy.
( except yourself. )