"Okay- now I have no idea if you're fucking with me or not."
Clarke probably isn't, but they need something to lighten the mood a little further.
"How come this thing isn't floating then, ehn? Max's car floats."
She pats the side of the rover like a comforting pat on the flank of a trusty horse. Or it would be if Darcy wasn't terrified of horses. Darcy's been an open book with facts and figures about her life thus far- most people she knows also know she's dead by now, her ghost-hunting; things she'd never reveal to anyone back home, but were required of her. Duty first always, after all, and who knows when it would be useful. Emotional truths, however, were kept close to her chest. If it weren't for the truth rain, Clarke would have never known about the crush, nor would anyone else. Utility in all things, her own emotions included.
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Clarke probably isn't, but they need something to lighten the mood a little further.
"How come this thing isn't floating then, ehn? Max's car floats."
She pats the side of the rover like a comforting pat on the flank of a trusty horse. Or it would be if Darcy wasn't terrified of horses. Darcy's been an open book with facts and figures about her life thus far- most people she knows also know she's dead by now, her ghost-hunting; things she'd never reveal to anyone back home, but were required of her. Duty first always, after all, and who knows when it would be useful. Emotional truths, however, were kept close to her chest. If it weren't for the truth rain, Clarke would have never known about the crush, nor would anyone else. Utility in all things, her own emotions included.
"What's space like?"