[It's not possible for Clarke to cry like this, in this changed body that doesn't belong to her. She has a sudden rush of dysmorphia at the way she feels, at the way her body is now covered in arms that don't belong to her. She struggles as her tail twitches and twists, and she hates the way she looks and feels.
She hates knowing what happened.
She hates knowing that Murphy could be nearly dead somewhere.
She hates that she hurt Lexa, that she actually accomplished that for once.
She recoils despite what Lexa had to say, stumbling back into shadows. She doesn't speak yet, if only because she knows her voice won't sound like her own. Not yet.]
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She hates knowing what happened.
She hates knowing that Murphy could be nearly dead somewhere.
She hates that she hurt Lexa, that she actually accomplished that for once.
She recoils despite what Lexa had to say, stumbling back into shadows. She doesn't speak yet, if only because she knows her voice won't sound like her own. Not yet.]