( she hadn't been trying to broadcast the fact she'd been stabbed, and so far as keeping it on the downlow thus far it's been a pretty successful venture. jade and natsuno know out of necessity, sharky she has no control over, and pratt was there — though not in his right mind. her roommate probably has some suspicion, having seen the bottles of painkillers and discarded dressings throughout the room. obviously friday and the captain, for all they care.

but pal's at least a bit of a choice.

something something the intimacy of allowing someone to look at your vulnerabilities and scars. and coupled with the deeply rooted urge to be contrarian, clarke abandons the secrecy of my business and at least gives him the general run down. )

Little while back, a guy was walking around the deck talking about culling the herd and killing the weak. I wasn't about to let that happen, and he tried to gut me. ( emphasis on tried, and greater emphasis on the beat of silence where pal can hopefully infer how that chance, blooding meeting ended. her wound is unhealed, after all. )

We've talked since, though. You could call what he was having a psychotic break, I'm not holding it against him.

( the stabbing? nah, the backstory's too tragic to hold a proper grudge. the unintentional cockblocking though??? )