( do better. it's a wonderful sentiment, and a familiar one. sometimes the only notion that kept them going, the faint idea that somewhere after conflict (after conflict after conflict) there was some peaceful ending where they'd be able to put the fight to bed and just focus on regaining their humanity. but now that happy ending seemed not just far off, but utterly impossible.

back on earth, at least.

here? clarke still expects bloodshed and betrayal and loss around every corner. how is she supposed to do better or be better when the calloused over parts of her are the most useful to achieving their ultimate goal? being sorry for her atrocities and then turning right around to commit them all over again seems inevitable. but maybe, hopefully, if she tried — maybe this time it'd be possible to keep at least one persons head above water. optimism isn't her strong suit, but clarke is left with little more to do in this conversation than fall silent, swallow her begging for punishment, and eventually just. nod. )

Alright.

( thanks, natsuno. )

...anyway. Are you tired of my story, or do you want to hear how A.L.I.E. came back and started forcefully converting people to her hivemind utopia in an effort to save them the pain of dying in the second nuclear death wave?