( she doesn't know if she wants to grab the other girl by the shoulders and shake her, or bust out into tears and pull rita in for a hug. well, clarke's chest is kind of a veritable mess of gore and pain, so the second option is out pretty immediately but — any other time and place, her eyes would be wet again and weeping would be just around the corner. how'd they come to this? what would it take to get out of it? she's a firm believer that nothing in life will every amount to any sort of equity, but can't completely suppress the internal whine that this just isn't fair.
in a torrential rush of information, voice cracking under the strain: )
I didn't kill either of you! Think about it, Jade could have flattened me like a bug if I even tried. ( let's be realistic, only reason she managed to crack him across the face with a book a month ago was because he hadn't been expecting it, and recently he'd been so on edge he'd barely been clinging to the proverbial cliff face. )
And after you — ( literally all of that, all of you... clarke doesn't outright look at the bandage on her arm, nor shake it in rita's face, but what other implication could there be? ) — I basically never left Pal's room. You can ask him about it if we get out of this alive, okay? But please, right now we need to hide!
( a meaningful tug on rita's arm right this very moment, and that's when she spots —
...well, they don't look like bug bites. too consistently spaced, too even. what, maybe... 30mm between each puncture? grouped in one spot on the arm, and nowhere else on rita's skin that clarke can immediately identify just from looking at her. no sign of swelling or allergic reaction. and there's never been a single bug on board, blood sucking and biting or otherwise... )
olivia cooke voice: "oh, stunning!"
in a torrential rush of information, voice cracking under the strain: )
I didn't kill either of you! Think about it, Jade could have flattened me like a bug if I even tried. ( let's be realistic, only reason she managed to crack him across the face with a book a month ago was because he hadn't been expecting it, and recently he'd been so on edge he'd barely been clinging to the proverbial cliff face. )
And after you — ( literally all of that, all of you... clarke doesn't outright look at the bandage on her arm, nor shake it in rita's face, but what other implication could there be? ) — I basically never left Pal's room. You can ask him about it if we get out of this alive, okay? But please, right now we need to hide!
( a meaningful tug on rita's arm right this very moment, and that's when she spots —
...well, they don't look like bug bites. too consistently spaced, too even. what, maybe... 30mm between each puncture? grouped in one spot on the arm, and nowhere else on rita's skin that clarke can immediately identify just from looking at her. no sign of swelling or allergic reaction. and there's never been a single bug on board, blood sucking and biting or otherwise... )
Is that a bite mark?