( desperate is a familiar corner clarke griffin often finds herself in, often leading to tough choices and bloody, bloody consequences. so really if there's anyone to blame, anyone who should have known better or tried to stop it, it ought to have been the one at the helm. she ought to have looked hard at that letter, past the offer of salvation, and known it to be a trick. but a fresh wave of optimism and the hero's foil of a sensation of invincibility had carried them from option to action.

she'd chosen for all of them. which is just what she does. and this fresh new start doesn't change that fact; it's just going to have to be something clarke can learn to live with. which is not a new ask — another familiar corner. )

We did. But that isn't on you, Rita. If I'd thought you'd have stopped me, I wouldn't have told you in the first place. ( this is some swell, self-aware, first rate honesty on clarke's part; let's just all pause to acknowledge that. )

But if this is really a new realm, with new rules and a new objective — maybe we can make a deal?