Though Clarke feels herself divided between wanting to be ruthless to use these people and wanting to be among them. As much as she convinced herself she was doing one thing, all of her actions led her in the other direction. She's made allies (friends, in Clarke vision). She's got people she'd kill for, and isn't that just the same as having people in the first place?
In their world, it is.
So, she'd do what she would have to do, just as she has been. Even if her definition of that varies from day to day, depending on what she admits to herself.
For now—
Her eyes follow the trail of Lexa's fingers, flickering up along the skin of her neck, stopping at the base where the scar is located. By now, Clarke is intimately familiar with both the anatomy of where the neural implant lies and the Flame. She's not surprised to find that they aren't in conflict, though she is a little concerned that knowledge from one (namely: the Flame) may seep into the other (whatever futuristic database holds everything).]
It doesn't. Not yet. For now, you can ... [She thinks about it, and then uses the network in her mind, right there, accessing it and sending out an alert. Clarke knows she doesn't have the permissions to have the same demanding presence as El, but it's worth it for the demonstration.]
You can access a network. Just—it responds to how you think. The first message there has my name on it. Do you see it?
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Though Clarke feels herself divided between wanting to be ruthless to use these people and wanting to be among them. As much as she convinced herself she was doing one thing, all of her actions led her in the other direction. She's made allies (friends, in Clarke vision). She's got people she'd kill for, and isn't that just the same as having people in the first place?
In their world, it is.
So, she'd do what she would have to do, just as she has been. Even if her definition of that varies from day to day, depending on what she admits to herself.
For now—
Her eyes follow the trail of Lexa's fingers, flickering up along the skin of her neck, stopping at the base where the scar is located. By now, Clarke is intimately familiar with both the anatomy of where the neural implant lies and the Flame. She's not surprised to find that they aren't in conflict, though she is a little concerned that knowledge from one (namely: the Flame) may seep into the other (whatever futuristic database holds everything).]
It doesn't. Not yet. For now, you can ... [She thinks about it, and then uses the network in her mind, right there, accessing it and sending out an alert. Clarke knows she doesn't have the permissions to have the same demanding presence as El, but it's worth it for the demonstration.]
You can access a network. Just—it responds to how you think. The first message there has my name on it. Do you see it?