[ Flynn has precisely enough respect for Clarke not to brush her off, usually, but he's alive with urgency and fear and certainty, and so he tries, ends up dragged close with a startled sound, scrabbles at her arms for purchase when the ship jerks violently.
He meets Clarke's eyes, or what he can see of them under the wild tangle of her hair and his own, drenched and clinging to his skin, and begs for her understand. She leapt off the side for a chance to fix things, and Flynn understands that choice more now. ]
She's going to tear this ship apart and we can't come back to life if there's no ship to come back to!
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[ Flynn has precisely enough respect for Clarke not to brush her off, usually, but he's alive with urgency and fear and certainty, and so he tries, ends up dragged close with a startled sound, scrabbles at her arms for purchase when the ship jerks violently.
He meets Clarke's eyes, or what he can see of them under the wild tangle of her hair and his own, drenched and clinging to his skin, and begs for her understand. She leapt off the side for a chance to fix things, and Flynn understands that choice more now. ]
She's going to tear this ship apart and we can't come back to life if there's no ship to come back to!