( the past few moments had been filled with suspense and clarke had wanted answers. and they are subsequently provided by krouse, but it's like... no matter how much he talks, no matter how carefully engineered the answers are to ward her off asking follow up questions, there's still holes. she wants to ask for more information about thinkers, a sudden new brand of power to be envious of because how convenient would it be to have something more than instinct to go off of when confronting someone new? she wants to ask for more specifics on what it means to be pushed by someone like that, and if there are any surefire ways to circumvent it — like teleportation powers that don't work when one's stuck in the depths of a well — and she very, very desperately wants to ask about those not great fucking terms the two of them are on.
but, resoundingly. overall. perhaps a bit undermining considering how severely krouse hunches his shoulders, all clarke really has to ask at the end is, )
...that's it?
( that isn't the right response, that feels like it demeans his very obvious fear. clarke cobbles her incredulity back into herself; takes a deep breath, and allows the familiar facade of competency to settle over her. she is unbothered by the warning lights he blares, but not unsympathetic to why he'd sought to raise the alarm. she smiles at him, though it's tempered and diplomatic more than sincere. )
So she's another Aurora. Or, Echo I guess.
( another captain, another friday. another a.l.i.e. just another in a long list of more capable creatures than her, who would still cry when they're half drowned.
clarke had seen enough of the labyrinth's effect on powers when natsuno'd had difficulty shoving aside the hurtles they'd been forced over with a hoard of zombies at their heels. and she'd weathered tattletale's seemingly instinctive need to lash out when pushed into a corner, just to find it lacking. )
If it's the gun you're worried about, there's nothing wrong with the truth. We were stuck together in the middle of the maze, we traded weapons, we got separated before I could return yours. Nothing about that's out of the ordinary, or means anything significant.
And — ( as for tattletale potentially perceiving her as threat? she is far from the first, and will not likely be the last. clarke snorts lightly. ) — I'm not particularly scared of her, Krouse.
( turns out, for all his effort, she does not quite Get It. )
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but, resoundingly. overall. perhaps a bit undermining considering how severely krouse hunches his shoulders, all clarke really has to ask at the end is, )
...that's it?
( that isn't the right response, that feels like it demeans his very obvious fear. clarke cobbles her incredulity back into herself; takes a deep breath, and allows the familiar facade of competency to settle over her. she is unbothered by the warning lights he blares, but not unsympathetic to why he'd sought to raise the alarm. she smiles at him, though it's tempered and diplomatic more than sincere. )
So she's another Aurora. Or, Echo I guess.
( another captain, another friday. another a.l.i.e. just another in a long list of more capable creatures than her, who would still cry when they're half drowned.
clarke had seen enough of the labyrinth's effect on powers when natsuno'd had difficulty shoving aside the hurtles they'd been forced over with a hoard of zombies at their heels. and she'd weathered tattletale's seemingly instinctive need to lash out when pushed into a corner, just to find it lacking. )
If it's the gun you're worried about, there's nothing wrong with the truth. We were stuck together in the middle of the maze, we traded weapons, we got separated before I could return yours. Nothing about that's out of the ordinary, or means anything significant.
And — ( as for tattletale potentially perceiving her as threat? she is far from the first, and will not likely be the last. clarke snorts lightly. ) — I'm not particularly scared of her, Krouse.
( turns out, for all his effort, she does not quite Get It. )