Hiro, hey- Listen to me. ( she's quiet for a moment, taking a deep breath. ) I know he is. I know. I already talked to Jason about it, we're going to talk to the Queen- It's going to be okay, we'll figure this out, too.
[...of course she already talked to Jason about it. There's something that tugs in his brain, something he's not sure how to interpret but he doesn't dwell on it. Well okay. Those two would be okay talking to Morla. That makes sense.
But is it going to be okay? That he's less sure of and it's evident in the way his breathing's unsteady and his voice is shaky.]
Clarke, he wants to kill us and use our shards. He's not on our side anymore, he's already made his choice. [He knows she knows, but...it's scary to think about, really. And then a scarier thought occurs to him.] You can't tell Jason what I just told you about Quendi. Please. [There's more to the story he's not telling her. He knows Clarke might be able to tell, but he still can't quite wrap his head around his immense failures himself.]
( there's part of her that hates that other people know about the Shuck's plan, not because she wants to keep the information hidden, but because it just reminds them that they're losing this war. and now they have another contender to fight against; first the Seelie, then the Cult, and now the Shuck. )
I know he's made his choice, and there's nothing we can do about that except try to anticipate what his next move is and try to keep everyone as safe as we possibly can.
( she's quiet for a moment, considering. )
Okay. I won't. But you need to tell me what else happened when you're ready, all right? ( compromise. )
[Normally, he'd take that compromise. Normally he'd agree and everything would be fine and he'd tell her what's going on.
But this time's a little different.] I can't. [It's too much. It's his fault and he can't tell her what happened until he knows how to make it stop.] I'm sorry...I can't do that.
I'm going to figure out how to fix it. [He's busy scrubbing at his face.] I failed last time but I can fix this. I promise.
[Mostly it's that he knows Clarke worries and he knows Clarke talks, and if she and Jason are actually close now...he can get this under control and then own up to his mistakes.]
I need to go. Bellamy and I are going...you know. Tomorrow morning.
I- ( want to help. the words die in her throat, and Clarke doesn't say anything for a moment. )
Okay. Be safe, all right? ( a pause, brief. ) Love you. ( she's trying to get better at saying it to the people she cares about, knowing that all of them walk into danger so frequently. )
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But is it going to be okay? That he's less sure of and it's evident in the way his breathing's unsteady and his voice is shaky.]
Clarke, he wants to kill us and use our shards. He's not on our side anymore, he's already made his choice. [He knows she knows, but...it's scary to think about, really. And then a scarier thought occurs to him.] You can't tell Jason what I just told you about Quendi. Please. [There's more to the story he's not telling her. He knows Clarke might be able to tell, but he still can't quite wrap his head around his immense failures himself.]
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I know he's made his choice, and there's nothing we can do about that except try to anticipate what his next move is and try to keep everyone as safe as we possibly can.
( she's quiet for a moment, considering. )
Okay. I won't. But you need to tell me what else happened when you're ready, all right? ( compromise. )
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But this time's a little different.] I can't. [It's too much. It's his fault and he can't tell her what happened until he knows how to make it stop.] I'm sorry...I can't do that.
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Why can't you? ( it's a genuine question; more worried that the Shuck had done something that prevented him from talking about it. )
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[Mostly it's that he knows Clarke worries and he knows Clarke talks, and if she and Jason are actually close now...he can get this under control and then own up to his mistakes.]
I need to go. Bellamy and I are going...you know. Tomorrow morning.
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Okay. Be safe, all right? ( a pause, brief. ) Love you. ( she's trying to get better at saying it to the people she cares about, knowing that all of them walk into danger so frequently. )
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...love you, too. [And it's a quiet disconnect. Sorry, med-mom.]