[Clarke nods as she takes the tile, turning it over in her hand. The beauty of all life is living a full life. Difficult to conceptualize. When she had lived with Madi alone, she thought she understood what it was like to find peace. The truth was that she had only pressed pause on who she was, who she would always expect herself to be. The moment the Eligius IV prisoners touched the ground, she slipped into bad habits all too easily.

They were habits that Clarke knew all too well. All too easily. They're the ones she's fighting against day in and day out.]

I can only hope I can get there one day myself, [she admits. Her fingers curl tightly around the tile, not ready to give it up.] Not live to be there, but—be ready to open my eyes when it's time. I thought—[A pause.] Well, I thought I had it figured out once. I was wrong, so I'm working on it.

[Because beauty is really a metaphor for happiness and accepting that, even with all the hardships around it. Right?]