[Again, same frustrating answer, same frustrating silence, and she knows that at some point in the past three minutes someone -- both of them -- fucked up magnificently. If the warm mood from before became a chill, if he's looking around the place like it's locking him in.
She squeezes her fists together, and then unfurls her fingers with a huff,] You're so -- [She'll give him space, only because she wants to run away right now, all over again. She turns around and puts space between them, brace not entirely silent as it touches the floor with each step. Her eyes burn, but her cheeks stay miraculously wet - that's frustration and defeat for you.]
You can't just - tell me you need me. You can't. How do you walk out of there with all our people? You said -- you said, people like me don't just get to walk away. You said people Clarke doesn't get to run.
What happens to us? [Why does it always happen to us? She's so tired of it -- she's nineteen fucking years old and she's tired of that shitty life, of clawing her way up from the ground constantly, of the nagging feeling that no matter what happens she's set for pain.]
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She squeezes her fists together, and then unfurls her fingers with a huff,] You're so -- [She'll give him space, only because she wants to run away right now, all over again. She turns around and puts space between them, brace not entirely silent as it touches the floor with each step. Her eyes burn, but her cheeks stay miraculously wet - that's frustration and defeat for you.]
You can't just - tell me you need me. You can't. How do you walk out of there with all our people? You said -- you said, people like me don't just get to walk away. You said people Clarke doesn't get to run.
What happens to us? [Why does it always happen to us? She's so tired of it -- she's nineteen fucking years old and she's tired of that shitty life, of clawing her way up from the ground constantly, of the nagging feeling that no matter what happens she's set for pain.]