( shouldering more than her share of the load is something that ravenā€™s done since she was little. in that vein, itā€™s what everyone born on the ark has had to adapt to. hitting the ground running, finding out that life and earth wasnā€™t all it was cracked up to beā€”well, it sucked. hurry up and save the world is just a six word mantra that ravenā€™s adjusted to being shoved into her hands. if she didnā€™t, who would? how many people would have died in total? what would bellamy and clarke have done as an alternative? none of which she puts much stock in because it doesnā€™t matter. she did her job. she helped save her friends. she kept it together.
what other choice did she have?
clarke doesnā€™t need to sprinkle some gratitude around because it almost implies that raven wouldnā€™t have done it without being asked and she would have. she would have tried, anyway. the truth is that without the continued support and belief, and the pressure of demands to keep her busy, raven may have faltered somewhere. the margin for error was slim, perpetually closing in, and anywhere along the way raven could have failed like her leg did. so if she sniffles, itā€™s only because she has to thank clarke for as much ( if not more ), for never giving her the room to give up. a fact that she sometimes resented, although she wouldnā€™t go back and do it differently now. every loss and sacrifice they've made has built her up into the person she is now, for better or for worse. )
Straight back to the grinding block, huh? ( that's predictable at least. where annoyance might have lived once, endearment overrides it. ) Some things never change.
( when she breaks the moment to look around at everything, there's a sense of wonder. it's not possible for a city to encompass something more vast than space but it seems like it, standing there with clarke, being unable to absorb it all at once. )
What should we do first? Work or play? ( she thinks she knows which way that's going to tilt but she's been wrong once before. ) Not to toot my own horn but I give great multi-task. ( and yes, entirely to brag about herself. )
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what other choice did she have?
clarke doesnā€™t need to sprinkle some gratitude around because it almost implies that raven wouldnā€™t have done it without being asked and she would have. she would have tried, anyway. the truth is that without the continued support and belief, and the pressure of demands to keep her busy, raven may have faltered somewhere. the margin for error was slim, perpetually closing in, and anywhere along the way raven could have failed like her leg did. so if she sniffles, itā€™s only because she has to thank clarke for as much ( if not more ), for never giving her the room to give up. a fact that she sometimes resented, although she wouldnā€™t go back and do it differently now. every loss and sacrifice they've made has built her up into the person she is now, for better or for worse. )
Straight back to the grinding block, huh? ( that's predictable at least. where annoyance might have lived once, endearment overrides it. ) Some things never change.
( when she breaks the moment to look around at everything, there's a sense of wonder. it's not possible for a city to encompass something more vast than space but it seems like it, standing there with clarke, being unable to absorb it all at once. )
What should we do first? Work or play? ( she thinks she knows which way that's going to tilt but she's been wrong once before. ) Not to toot my own horn but I give great multi-task. ( and yes, entirely to brag about herself. )