She hasn’t told him what happened to her all those years apart, mainly because she can’t find the words for it.
He picked up on her numbness, especially when he’d hug her, and she wouldn’t even know how to react to that.
Its eyes burn red as the embers it stands on. It’s inhumanly tall, well-muscled, unclothed but for the shadows that curl around its limbs like loyal pets. A hush over the crowd.Ĭlarke turns to the smoldering bones of her home. To the figure standing in the doorway, outlined in flames. “The witch must die! She will burn!” Cage yells, and then something happens. A shift in the air.