( and in a day or two's time, when clarke does actually happen upon the makings of the burnt out dropship camp, she will have to look back on this conversation and wonder if she'd somehow managed to speak it into existence without even asking the higher powers. like how brief, unkind sentiment that they were all like rats in a maze had been followed up with an announcement of the labyrinth in the following month. like how the running joke of terrain challenges had eventually separated her and krouse in the bowels of the maze. how she and hannibal had discussed darkness one moment, just to be faced with a mark of her own descent in the next. it's known that they're being watched, constantly evaluated; it doesn't feel all that paranoid to assume what she did or said could then influence future events.
then on second evaluation, clarke will be forced to wonder if maybe the camp was his unintentional doing.
but in the now, she is too wrapped up in watching this cooking showcase. it's when hannibal starts setting out plates that clarke finally wills herself away from standing cutting board and instead hovers between the morgue-like preparation table and the stove island. the condensation on her orange juice has reached the point where the glass itself feels difficult to hang on to, or maybe she just needed something to occupy her free hand and cupping the bottom of her drink. )
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( and in a day or two's time, when clarke does actually happen upon the makings of the burnt out dropship camp, she will have to look back on this conversation and wonder if she'd somehow managed to speak it into existence without even asking the higher powers. like how brief, unkind sentiment that they were all like rats in a maze had been followed up with an announcement of the labyrinth in the following month. like how the running joke of terrain challenges had eventually separated her and krouse in the bowels of the maze. how she and hannibal had discussed darkness one moment, just to be faced with a mark of her own descent in the next. it's known that they're being watched, constantly evaluated; it doesn't feel all that paranoid to assume what she did or said could then influence future events.
then on second evaluation, clarke will be forced to wonder if maybe the camp was his unintentional doing.
but in the now, she is too wrapped up in watching this cooking showcase. it's when hannibal starts setting out plates that clarke finally wills herself away from standing cutting board and instead hovers between the morgue-like preparation table and the stove island. the condensation on her orange juice has reached the point where the glass itself feels difficult to hang on to, or maybe she just needed something to occupy her free hand and cupping the bottom of her drink. )