there comes a point where very little surprises a person anymore. new dangers? eh. new enemies? must be a tuesday. new near death experiences? also a tuesday. new losses and complications? that's any day that ends in a -y.
but she's never been on the receiving end of a complete stranger coming up to her, throwing their arms around her middle, and insisting that they were family. clarke's still processing the idea that she was actively succumbing to radiation poisoning on the floor of becca's lab a few hours ago, and can safely say she's never seen this child before that moment. the idea of alternating timelines, timeline distortion, and the very fabric of space ripping itself apart to bring people here hasn't fully formulated in her mind either, and the kneejerk reaction is suspicion.
simultaneously, there are aspects of her personality that can't even be undercut by the absolute emotional whiplash she's trying to process in this moment. the girl — madi? — looks absolutely distraught, and that tugs on her heartstrings. )
Hey. ( almost immediately softer. the hands on madi's shoulders also ease their grasp a bit, still holding a firm distance between them but no longer biting through layers of clothes with alarm. she is just a kid, albeit strange, unknown kid. )
Hey. It's okay. It's — I'm sorry, did you say six years since Praimfaya?
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there comes a point where very little surprises a person anymore. new dangers? eh. new enemies? must be a tuesday. new near death experiences? also a tuesday. new losses and complications? that's any day that ends in a -y.
but she's never been on the receiving end of a complete stranger coming up to her, throwing their arms around her middle, and insisting that they were family. clarke's still processing the idea that she was actively succumbing to radiation poisoning on the floor of becca's lab a few hours ago, and can safely say she's never seen this child before that moment. the idea of alternating timelines, timeline distortion, and the very fabric of space ripping itself apart to bring people here hasn't fully formulated in her mind either, and the kneejerk reaction is suspicion.
simultaneously, there are aspects of her personality that can't even be undercut by the absolute emotional whiplash she's trying to process in this moment. the girl — madi? — looks absolutely distraught, and that tugs on her heartstrings. )
Hey. ( almost immediately softer. the hands on madi's shoulders also ease their grasp a bit, still holding a firm distance between them but no longer biting through layers of clothes with alarm. she is just a kid, albeit strange, unknown kid. )
Hey. It's okay. It's — I'm sorry, did you say six years since Praimfaya?