[The radio is dented, damaged. It cuts out again. Clarke doesn't seem to hear it any less, though. The knife trembles in her hand, tears filling her eyes. Even if the voice is gone, she remembers what her mother had to say. Loki shouldn't be here, shouldn't come closer.
What if she slips? Makes a mistake?
Isn't able to stop herself from doing what she always does?
Clarke Griffin is a cancer. She spreads and spreads and makes things worse.]
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What if she slips? Makes a mistake?
Isn't able to stop herself from doing what she always does?
Clarke Griffin is a cancer. She spreads and spreads and makes things worse.]
You—you have to go. You don't need to see this.
[What she needs to do.]