( the correct answer is the best timing — showing up at exactly the right moment to low key judge him in his sorry attempt at humor. )
It wasn't exactly funny.
( remember last time, murphy? remember how many people died, were half-hung, or shot in the back? whatever the hell we want was a rallying cry that has been retired for the better. but now doesn't seem to be the time to dwell on the past, not when a hundred problems and defining moments stood between the dropship and this strange new world. on the screen, clarke's face is tight with confusion; pinched brows, thin lips. her head even cocks slightly to the side because — )
What are you talking about?
( maybe more specifically where. the ground outside of the tower of polis had been cracking, caving in on itself and threatening to take the buildings with it. still, a swarm of microchipped soldiers had taken to scaling the walls, and she'd sat in the commander's chair. murphy had been at her side, bellamy too, even as they all silently doubted destroying alie would save their people anymore. it stung a little that, of all the people gathered in that council room, fate (f.a.t.e.s., her daemon reminds her in that ominous, dozen-voice whisper it has) had decided to lump the two of them together here. )
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It wasn't exactly funny.
( remember last time, murphy? remember how many people died, were half-hung, or shot in the back? whatever the hell we want was a rallying cry that has been retired for the better. but now doesn't seem to be the time to dwell on the past, not when a hundred problems and defining moments stood between the dropship and this strange new world. on the screen, clarke's face is tight with confusion; pinched brows, thin lips. her head even cocks slightly to the side because — )
What are you talking about?
( maybe more specifically where. the ground outside of the tower of polis had been cracking, caving in on itself and threatening to take the buildings with it. still, a swarm of microchipped soldiers had taken to scaling the walls, and she'd sat in the commander's chair. murphy had been at her side, bellamy too, even as they all silently doubted destroying alie would save their people anymore. it stung a little that, of all the people gathered in that council room, fate (f.a.t.e.s., her daemon reminds her in that ominous, dozen-voice whisper it has) had decided to lump the two of them together here. )