( is there a level beyond righteous fury? if so, clarke ascends to it in near silence save for the slightly strangled sound that squeaks out from the back of her throat at the notion of hours ago. because hours ago, she'd been stiff and cold and well past conversation, which really only leaves one option. natsuno draws the line between the dots without her even having to say anything. )
She said — what?
( because nothing like having your own death plagiarized to fit someone else's narrative to really open the floodgates and dump a whole lot of fuel on the fire.
he tries to establish a timeline benchmark. icly, clarke is clawing through memories of emotional torment in order to remember properly, and oocly i'm adlibbing here but — )
I got my kidney back in a jar, and... Those two boys who thought I was diseased.
no subject
She said — what?
( because nothing like having your own death plagiarized to fit someone else's narrative to really open the floodgates and dump a whole lot of fuel on the fire.
he tries to establish a timeline benchmark. icly, clarke is clawing through memories of emotional torment in order to remember properly, and oocly i'm adlibbing here but — )
I got my kidney back in a jar, and... Those two boys who thought I was diseased.