Post by Clarke Griffin on Aug 8, 2016 18:26:46 GMT
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She didn't move much. Clarke didn't trust her legs to carry her far. She knew she was weak, whatever her body endured, was something she couldn't judge. She had been in the simulation - she guessed it was a simulation or virtual reality. She wasn't in touch with what happened in the real world, but it must have been hard on her body. She guessed as much. Whatever made the nightbloods blood black, paired with her red blood and the programming of the chip drained her physically as much as she had been drained emotionally. But the fight wasn't over yet. They still had to fight for their own lives. Instead of moving forward, once Bellamy left to help others - the good man he was - she moved backwards to sit back down on the throne. That she trusted.
As she sat there, Clarke felt the pain that she felt so long ago, doubled by what happened. Now that she was weak, that her bodies weakness matched her mind, it seemed like she could no longer hold back tears. They could still all die. She still couldn't sit and know everyone was safe, because that wasn't the case. A sob escaped the blonde. Lexa was gone. So many people died. Part of Clarke wanted to reach out to someone, but as she sat there, tears running down her face, she realized how detached she had been from her friends. She didn't deserve to be with them. She had left them, no matter what she did, how she tried to work for them, she knew the fact remained that she left them.
