[Maybe it's better than the way he deals with grief, that immediate lashing out, but not by much. Neither option is really dealing, is it?
Back home, he would have let it go. There was always another crisis, always something else trying to kill them, always another war or the more mundane fear of starvation and exposure. That isn't the case here, though, and he doesn't want her running herself into the ground. He wipes a tear from her cheek, eyes still locked on hers.]
Go easy on yourself, Clarke. You don't need to deal with this alone.
I know. [A squeeze of his hand.] It's not just—it's not just losing her. [Her mother. She feels alone and lost in the world, aimlessly dangling in the wind. Clarke hates being like that.]
It's knowing that we need something else. Something that works for all of us. And I couldn't come up with it in time ... [After all, Murphy wasn't here like this for a while. She doesn't think the previous Murphy was lying about what he knew, where he'd come from.]
[He does, because he's been feeling the exact same way. He can't really force himself to relax and enjoy the relative peace they've been given knowing they have family and friends back home who can't.]
Maybe we should focus on the big picture. Table Riverstone for now.
I probably shouldn't have gone after Rey like that. [She's upset and she knows it. But there is a hint of frustration with Rey, over how their relationship has fallen apart yet again.] But I'm trying to create protections for everyone, and it feels like a losing battle. That's a part of the big picture, too.
[The responsibility she's taken on with the Displaced, even if she refuses to think of them as hers.]
Everything I've done since I've came back has been for our people. [Desperate, searching. Trying to be a better person, one who's deserving of her people, and who gives them better lives. Couldn't she do that?]
The Displaced aren't all my responsibility, but our people are.
[Even if she doesn't deserve to be the one making those decisions for them.]
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Back home, he would have let it go. There was always another crisis, always something else trying to kill them, always another war or the more mundane fear of starvation and exposure. That isn't the case here, though, and he doesn't want her running herself into the ground. He wipes a tear from her cheek, eyes still locked on hers.]
Go easy on yourself, Clarke. You don't need to deal with this alone.
[He means her grief, not Riverstone.]
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It's knowing that we need something else. Something that works for all of us. And I couldn't come up with it in time ... [After all, Murphy wasn't here like this for a while. She doesn't think the previous Murphy was lying about what he knew, where he'd come from.]
It feels like we're treading water.
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[He does, because he's been feeling the exact same way. He can't really force himself to relax and enjoy the relative peace they've been given knowing they have family and friends back home who can't.]
Maybe we should focus on the big picture. Table Riverstone for now.
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[The responsibility she's taken on with the Displaced, even if she refuses to think of them as hers.]
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The Displaced aren't all my responsibility, but our people are.
[Even if she doesn't deserve to be the one making those decisions for them.]