[Clarke's plea doesn't fall on deaf ears, exactly, but Rita's metaphorical feet remain firmly planted. Her first thought is how it's no better for Clarke to have to kill the fake Natsuno, considering what close friends they are, but before she can even start to argue this point back (again), there's some faint noise a change in Clarke's tone.]
Octavia Isn't that- [Still fuming from their arguing, Rita's voice initially comes out as an angry snap, but belatedly she stops short as she recalls that chaotic day she spent in Clarke's memory, and the weird girl who stripped down and jumped in the monster-infested river for fun. There's something she could say about this development, but-]
Hang on. She's not actually here, is she? Don't try to go changing the subject on me! We're not done yet!
( oh, but at the end of the day, they are done here. at least in this exact moment, because clarke is completely distracted by the physical manifestation of yet another friend in front of her.
and while she doesn't disconnect the call with rita entirely, she doesn't respond either. the other girl is treated to a brief few seconds of muffled conversation, then the crackling reverb of a sharp intake of breath. there's the zing of a blade slashing through air and subsequent scuffle of someone aggressively backtracking, and lastly the abortive scream of one clarke griffin, yet again facing what feels like impending death. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Octavia Isn't that- [Still fuming from their arguing, Rita's voice initially comes out as an angry snap, but belatedly she stops short as she recalls that chaotic day she spent in Clarke's memory, and the weird girl who stripped down and jumped in the monster-infested river for fun. There's something she could say about this development, but-]
Hang on. She's not actually here, is she? Don't try to go changing the subject on me! We're not done yet!
no subject
and while she doesn't disconnect the call with rita entirely, she doesn't respond either. the other girl is treated to a brief few seconds of muffled conversation, then the crackling reverb of a sharp intake of breath. there's the zing of a blade slashing through air and subsequent scuffle of someone aggressively backtracking, and lastly the abortive scream of one clarke griffin, yet again facing what feels like impending death. )
What are you doing?!
( then the line goes dead. )