There's actually--a lot here, now isn't there? It's almost impressive, honestly, how much Clarke manages to cram into these few sentences; a great deal to unpack. A part of Jade finds himself intrigued by this talk of "genetic mutations", the resistance to sickness afforded; "radiation" as a concept is a familiar one, though it bears stronger ties to technology from the Dawn Age, scattered records of the aftermath of the truly terrible sorts of weapons developed during the Fonic Wars in that time. Not the sort of thing easily resisted in general, really, but...
These are questions that are quelled, in the end. Alongside the ones about the more thorough definitions of such terms as "grounders" and "The Flame" and the "Deathwave". Clarke discloses her apparent last memory before awaking upon this ship, but...even after that. Oh, the layers of that news, where Friday's concerned--]
She told you of things you would do, in the future of your timeline back home? [Killed her own mother, no less. --No judgment rendered here, much the same way there isn't any rendered for the girl named Emori or the other nameless test subject, and the grisly experiments apparently levied over their heads in the name of survival. Goodness knows he's the last to throw stones on that front--and in general, there just isn't enough context here to yet form any strong opinion either way. But...] That seems rather cruel of her. It's unfortunate you've learned of such a thing.
[...Condolences might be hollow, in this sort of situation. Jade's still well aware Clarke's pretty clearly in an altered state, at the moment, and it's a nagging thing that thoroughly quells the urge to try digging for more information all around here. He'd truly much prefer discussing such heavy matters with a sober and present-minded Clarke, honestly--if she would still wish to, by that time. So, for now...]
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There's actually--a lot here, now isn't there? It's almost impressive, honestly, how much Clarke manages to cram into these few sentences; a great deal to unpack. A part of Jade finds himself intrigued by this talk of "genetic mutations", the resistance to sickness afforded; "radiation" as a concept is a familiar one, though it bears stronger ties to technology from the Dawn Age, scattered records of the aftermath of the truly terrible sorts of weapons developed during the Fonic Wars in that time. Not the sort of thing easily resisted in general, really, but...
These are questions that are quelled, in the end. Alongside the ones about the more thorough definitions of such terms as "grounders" and "The Flame" and the "Deathwave". Clarke discloses her apparent last memory before awaking upon this ship, but...even after that. Oh, the layers of that news, where Friday's concerned--]
She told you of things you would do, in the future of your timeline back home? [Killed her own mother, no less. --No judgment rendered here, much the same way there isn't any rendered for the girl named Emori or the other nameless test subject, and the grisly experiments apparently levied over their heads in the name of survival. Goodness knows he's the last to throw stones on that front--and in general, there just isn't enough context here to yet form any strong opinion either way. But...] That seems rather cruel of her. It's unfortunate you've learned of such a thing.
[...Condolences might be hollow, in this sort of situation. Jade's still well aware Clarke's pretty clearly in an altered state, at the moment, and it's a nagging thing that thoroughly quells the urge to try digging for more information all around here. He'd truly much prefer discussing such heavy matters with a sober and present-minded Clarke, honestly--if she would still wish to, by that time. So, for now...]