[ she really should have expected that — and, yet, for some reason, she's almost offended, despite the fact that she hasn't exactly done anything recently to convince him not to hang up on her. even her presence in the caves when he'd captured the moon had almost done more bad than good. she'd meant what she said, though. she hadn't just said those things because she knew what he wanted to hear; family has always been the most important thing in her life and it always will be the strongest force binding all of them together, regardless of their mistakes and transgressions against the world and each other. she'd asked him for help dressing her wound as an act of good faith; if he hadn't hung up on her, this would have been the ultimate act of good faith — ]
[ but then the transmission reconnects, and she's staring at luke again, brows furrowed as she tries to figure out what just happened. she's pretty sure he hasn't just instantly changed his mind when she hasn't even had a chance to say anything; he couldn't have had a change of heart that fast, especially considering she knows how stubborn they both are when it comes to these things and each other. when the video flickers back to life, her eyes glance to the edge of the screen, noticing the hissing coming from that particular direction and one of her eyebrows twitches upward. ] Uh. [ yeah, that's intelligent, clarisse. she assumes george and martha must have been responsible for the reconnection, because, really, there's no way luke would have done it himself. ]
[ she's not entirely sure what that means in terms of this conversation, though. he obviously doesn't want to have it (and with good reason, she knows that), but george and martha have reopened the line, so she might as well seize her opportunity before it's too late again. her brows furrow again in determination and she glances back at luke, gaze steely. she's not even going to bother with the exposition behind why she's calling, she's just going to cut straight to the chase; no beating around the bush this time trying to avoid the matter at hand. ] Look, I want to call a truce. [ she doesn't expand on that, not yet, gives him time to just let the weight of her words sink in. ]
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[ but then the transmission reconnects, and she's staring at luke again, brows furrowed as she tries to figure out what just happened. she's pretty sure he hasn't just instantly changed his mind when she hasn't even had a chance to say anything; he couldn't have had a change of heart that fast, especially considering she knows how stubborn they both are when it comes to these things and each other. when the video flickers back to life, her eyes glance to the edge of the screen, noticing the hissing coming from that particular direction and one of her eyebrows twitches upward. ] Uh. [ yeah, that's intelligent, clarisse. she assumes george and martha must have been responsible for the reconnection, because, really, there's no way luke would have done it himself. ]
[ she's not entirely sure what that means in terms of this conversation, though. he obviously doesn't want to have it (and with good reason, she knows that), but george and martha have reopened the line, so she might as well seize her opportunity before it's too late again. her brows furrow again in determination and she glances back at luke, gaze steely. she's not even going to bother with the exposition behind why she's calling, she's just going to cut straight to the chase; no beating around the bush this time trying to avoid the matter at hand. ] Look, I want to call a truce. [ she doesn't expand on that, not yet, gives him time to just let the weight of her words sink in. ]