How things have changed

[Clarke Griffin]

Monty Green

Clarke stood at the edge of Polis, staring into the desert, onto the rover, her rover. It wasn't lost on Clarke how much dynamics had changed, how much they were changing. Once she was isolated out of her own volition, out of guilt. Now things had changed, so much, that she didn't know where she stood. This time her isolation was not chosen. She had Madi, but she chose to go train with Octavia and that, in a way, forced Clarke to stay in Polis, because she needed to act when it went sour - when not if. Because in one thing the others were right, Octavia was dangerous now. Very much so for Madi and Clarke wanted, no needed to protect her family. But she had kept her family open, had told her surrogate daughter of who these people were she considered family.

It was now clear to her that they did not. They did not consider her, or Madi in their plans. They did not think of her as part of the group anymore. She should have expected that. But she had had hope. Hope, that was slowly dying. They had taken her home, now people who were her friends were treating the rover, the place she had survived in for so long, fixed by herself, as if it was theirs and she not there at all. She didn't know how to deal with this, how to deal with being forced to stay here, for Madi, while everything around her was...nothing, all human connection gone or altered until it was, in a way unrecognizable. She had no doubt that once they reached Shallow Valley, she and her friends might just go separate ways again. Then again, they were not really walking together at the moment either.