She wasn't going to say it that way but, yes Pal. Clarke nods along firmly, ready to remind him that by his own admission, death gave off thanergy and being around destruction of souls made him stronger in case he took offense to the comparison. The Captain uses death and suffering to power his ship, ergo the mechanics must be a little bit similar. And it would track, that where their captor was strongest, so to would Pal be.
She's carefully buffing his glasses for a few seconds before handing them back over, and only really paying attention to the gouge along the back of her hand when she catches sight of how tendrils of black blood have run down to her wrist and forearm. He offers an absent sort of help, then bandaids, both of which Clarke just sort of shrugs off.
"It's not that deep, just looks bad. It'll be fine once it stops bleeding and I wash this off." Don't worry about it, in a few too many words. Still, as they continue to sit here, Clarke will prop her elbow on her knee and keep the hand elevated like a weird sort of bloody wave.
"So if it had worked, what would that have looked like?" Just to know what to expect, what any future signs of victory would manifest as.
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She's carefully buffing his glasses for a few seconds before handing them back over, and only really paying attention to the gouge along the back of her hand when she catches sight of how tendrils of black blood have run down to her wrist and forearm. He offers an absent sort of help, then bandaids, both of which Clarke just sort of shrugs off.
"It's not that deep, just looks bad. It'll be fine once it stops bleeding and I wash this off." Don't worry about it, in a few too many words. Still, as they continue to sit here, Clarke will prop her elbow on her knee and keep the hand elevated like a weird sort of bloody wave.
"So if it had worked, what would that have looked like?" Just to know what to expect, what any future signs of victory would manifest as.