( while the few remaining polite bones in her body balks at the idea of kicking ruby out of her own room for secretive meetings and the like, clarke recognizes that it could very well happen at some point in the future. she likes to think they're capable of becoming one cohesive group, all fighting against the tyrannical magic of the captain and striving for freedom from this hellscape, but. it's not in her immediate nature to trust random passengers with all she's come to know about the ship. bunking in the same room didn't erase the fact that the other girl is still very much a stranger at this point.

but, you know, never discount a potential ally. ruby has questions, perches on the edge of the bed to ask them, and clarke eventually unsticks her feet to move across and lean against the edge of the desk.

the lines on her face are thin, grim, almost apologetic. on the topic of death, there's nothing pleasant to say on the matter. )

It'd be nice if it were all one big joke, but no. The Captain's main reason for bringing us here is to channel our pain and suffering into fuel for this ship. He may not care much if we die — maybe prefers if we do, so long as it isn't quick — but intends to bring us back over and over again until our souls are too broken to be of use.