Beyond these messed up things? This world is struggling. Dying. [Clarke doesn't have any intention of saying the source of that here. Too many people might quirk an eyebrow even at Cassius' name.]

I think we can help it. If we help it, and show we're doing it because we care about this world—maybe we can stay. [It's grounded in hope, but it has that lovely conniving flair that Clarke always has to her plans.]

The problem is how to—manage that. I don't think we've worked it out yet.