( does she have a good reason for trying this right now? no, not really. maybe running on the leftover high of winning a few rounds of blackjack against a robot who didn't want to use her soul as a stress ball. maybe drunk and finally working up the nerve to visit the sports deck after almost falling over the side during hurricane jenny. maybe curious if god tier powers left any lasting damage, where as everything the passengers attempted was resolved the second they blinked. or maybe just feeling a little nostalgic on this boat she hates to call home — she'd basically slept outside the bridge door a few times in that first week, waiting for it to open.
a handful of half-baked reasons, and no patience to put them into a logical or compelling argument. so natsuno just gets a bit of a shrug and clarke's best attempt at a reassuring smile. )
I just want to go look. You can wait here if you want, I'll be right back.
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a handful of half-baked reasons, and no patience to put them into a logical or compelling argument. so natsuno just gets a bit of a shrug and clarke's best attempt at a reassuring smile. )
I just want to go look. You can wait here if you want, I'll be right back.