Repopulate, ( clarke corrects, with a mild offense staining her words. )

Repopulate the planet. Again, we didn't know there was anyone down there to colonize. And when we figured that out —

( actually, yeah, there'd initially been some really problematic colonizing vibes swimming around camp. but can one really expect anything but hatred on either side? the one who just had strangers crash land in their back yard, and the one who had to watch their friends get picked off one by one? )

— we wanted to integrate. It was just... difficult.

( and this conversation is officially drifting towards uncomfortable waters, evident in the way clarke shifts in her seat and half raises her coffee cup to her mouth before remembering she'd ruined it with sugar packets and setting it back down. )