[ From just behind her, a little ways off to her right, a familiar voice drifts in from the otherwise silent landscape. Most of the time this place is subjected to howling winds. Now, possibly just because Clarke set foot here, things are silent. ]
It's dead.
[ He says, voice devoid of emotion, a flat fact, seemingly emotionless commentary about the state of the earth. Now that he's drawn attention to himself he moves forward to stand beside her, eyes on the barren wastes, arms crossed unhappily over his chest. ]
I don't know if it's just this continent, just this area, but either way. Dead.
[ There's a note of finality in his tone. Unless they somehow manage to get a ship, to fly across the ocean to the north american continent they're used to, they're never going to know whether or not the place they'd come from was dead as well. It might as well be, considering how unattainable it is.
He glances down at her finally for the first time since they've both arrived, lips pursing. Her hair's shorter- then again, everyone's was, starting out, fresh from the pods. It's weird to think they never really knew each other. It's weird to think that their minds just shared the same delusion, the same fantasy, but they've never actually physically touched one another. That everything they went through together wasn't real.
If they're not co-leaders, if they're not ARK survivors, if they're not members of the fallen hundred, what are they to one another? Really? Do they really even know each other, considering their reality was total bullshit?
Part of him thinks so, apparently, because part of him is so happy to see her. ]
reality;
It's dead.
[ He says, voice devoid of emotion, a flat fact, seemingly emotionless commentary about the state of the earth. Now that he's drawn attention to himself he moves forward to stand beside her, eyes on the barren wastes, arms crossed unhappily over his chest. ]
I don't know if it's just this continent, just this area, but either way. Dead.
[ There's a note of finality in his tone. Unless they somehow manage to get a ship, to fly across the ocean to the north american continent they're used to, they're never going to know whether or not the place they'd come from was dead as well. It might as well be, considering how unattainable it is.
He glances down at her finally for the first time since they've both arrived, lips pursing. Her hair's shorter- then again, everyone's was, starting out, fresh from the pods. It's weird to think they never really knew each other. It's weird to think that their minds just shared the same delusion, the same fantasy, but they've never actually physically touched one another. That everything they went through together wasn't real.
If they're not co-leaders, if they're not ARK survivors, if they're not members of the fallen hundred, what are they to one another? Really? Do they really even know each other, considering their reality was total bullshit?
Part of him thinks so, apparently, because part of him is so happy to see her. ]