[Since coming down to the Ground, Clarke's had to revise her thinking so many times that it almost comes naturally to her now. If one thing doesn't work, try the next and then the next after that. She wants to live in a world where people don't kill to survive. She wants to live in a world where she doesn't kill to survive. But she saw a peace of that with Luna's haven, and she knew it wasn't for her. Abandoning her people to live out the rest of her life in a utopia wouldn't work. To some degree, she tried it once. It wasn't the same, but in her mind, it's practically the same.
The difference is this: Luna could stay away. Clarke was foolish to believe she had the resolve to last that long.
(In that realization, Clarke knows that Luna would not have been the best choice for a commander. She led her people well, but her people craved a certain ideal.)
Since Clarke doesn't live in an ideal world, she is certain to wear a gun. There are many people who are angry about what happened to them. While they recover from the loss of their minds and their autonomy, they strike out. It's not everyone. Thankfully, the experience has largely brought the people of this world together. But there are the minorities.
When Bellamy asks, she knows precisely what he means. She opens up her familiar blue jacket to him, revealing the gun in a holster inside. She retrieved the jacket on her way back to Polis, having hidden it somewhere if she would ever want it again. She had burned the rest of her clothes, but not that jacket. Never that jacket.]
You never know when you need to head out. A lot's happening outside of these walls. [And after nearly getting caught by Roan in the woods, she knows better than to think she can take it alone. Roan, who's currently actually healing from his injury inside of Arkadia isn't really the worry. But she knows that sharp words aren't going to save her from someone who feels too guilty to be alive. That's the case for many who have left the City of Light behind.
What isn't visible on the inside of the jacket, in a concealed pocket, she has the Flame. She keeps it safe for now, and she finds a comfort in having it so close.
She motions with her head that with that decided, they can get moving. Clarke thinks to muster up words, muster up anything, but it all feels ... empty. Pointless. Meaningless. No, she won't try for softer words. They need to talk plainly. They owe that to each other, and it will be easier without the protective walls of Arkadia around them.
(Somehow, it's like Arkadia protects them from themselves, too, and right now they can go without.)]
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The difference is this: Luna could stay away. Clarke was foolish to believe she had the resolve to last that long.
(In that realization, Clarke knows that Luna would not have been the best choice for a commander. She led her people well, but her people craved a certain ideal.)
Since Clarke doesn't live in an ideal world, she is certain to wear a gun. There are many people who are angry about what happened to them. While they recover from the loss of their minds and their autonomy, they strike out. It's not everyone. Thankfully, the experience has largely brought the people of this world together. But there are the minorities.
When Bellamy asks, she knows precisely what he means. She opens up her familiar blue jacket to him, revealing the gun in a holster inside. She retrieved the jacket on her way back to Polis, having hidden it somewhere if she would ever want it again. She had burned the rest of her clothes, but not that jacket. Never that jacket.]
You never know when you need to head out. A lot's happening outside of these walls. [And after nearly getting caught by Roan in the woods, she knows better than to think she can take it alone. Roan, who's currently actually healing from his injury inside of Arkadia isn't really the worry. But she knows that sharp words aren't going to save her from someone who feels too guilty to be alive. That's the case for many who have left the City of Light behind.
What isn't visible on the inside of the jacket, in a concealed pocket, she has the Flame. She keeps it safe for now, and she finds a comfort in having it so close.
She motions with her head that with that decided, they can get moving. Clarke thinks to muster up words, muster up anything, but it all feels ... empty. Pointless. Meaningless. No, she won't try for softer words. They need to talk plainly. They owe that to each other, and it will be easier without the protective walls of Arkadia around them.
(Somehow, it's like Arkadia protects them from themselves, too, and right now they can go without.)]