Later — next month specifically — when she's on top of Ebalon, breaking his nose, bloodying both their clothes, this notion won't register as important. But after being forcibly separated, told off the next day, and picking up her discarded dirty laundry that's still peppered with flecks of his blood... The notion of magical keys will reenter Clarke's thoughts. And instead of washed, that filthy shirt will be secreted away in the back of a drawer. Just in case.
But for now, she's mostly thinking about that second method. Deconstruction. Kicking in a door.
"Okay, so. We know the Captain bleeds. You think if you got some of that, you might have an easier time picking at his wards?"
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But for now, she's mostly thinking about that second method. Deconstruction. Kicking in a door.
"Okay, so. We know the Captain bleeds. You think if you got some of that, you might have an easier time picking at his wards?"