Raven looked around, noticing how the trees weren't quite as clustered together to the left as they had been a few minutes ago. She wouldn't be too much help in navigating back, but she sometimes knew her very natural landmarks. She wasn't an artist like Clarke, who could draw a proper map that was of more use than the one Bellamy had used when trying to find her so many months ago, but she was a mechanic, and as a part of her job, she had to be able to put the pieces together.
She let out a sigh, looking up at the sky and squinting. "Wherever you're from, you've got a lot of people around you, right? You're able to walk around, travel ... Being up in space, you were isolated. You only knew what you were told, or what you found. Thirteen nations was a lot for space." If the culling was anything to go by, it was almost too much. But that wasn't a topic to bring up to anyone, acquaintance or newfound friend alike. Jess might show himself to be a good ally, but he didn't need to know of that. Raven didn't want to remember it. "They survived the bombs. That's a lot."
The hundred had dwindled into half their number, if less by now. Though Raven often let it weigh her down, she also knew they had to see the good in it. Hundred kids had dropped to the ground, some dying in transit. Perhaps a quarter still breathed. It was a success. So was the thirteen nations that existed, even though Raven didn't have the context Jess possessed to understand that that was an incredibly depressing number.
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Raven looked around, noticing how the trees weren't quite as clustered together to the left as they had been a few minutes ago. She wouldn't be too much help in navigating back, but she sometimes knew her very natural landmarks. She wasn't an artist like Clarke, who could draw a proper map that was of more use than the one Bellamy had used when trying to find her so many months ago, but she was a mechanic, and as a part of her job, she had to be able to put the pieces together.
She let out a sigh, looking up at the sky and squinting. "Wherever you're from, you've got a lot of people around you, right? You're able to walk around, travel ... Being up in space, you were isolated. You only knew what you were told, or what you found. Thirteen nations was a lot for space." If the culling was anything to go by, it was almost too much. But that wasn't a topic to bring up to anyone, acquaintance or newfound friend alike. Jess might show himself to be a good ally, but he didn't need to know of that. Raven didn't want to remember it. "They survived the bombs. That's a lot."
The hundred had dwindled into half their number, if less by now. Though Raven often let it weigh her down, she also knew they had to see the good in it. Hundred kids had dropped to the ground, some dying in transit. Perhaps a quarter still breathed. It was a success. So was the thirteen nations that existed, even though Raven didn't have the context Jess possessed to understand that that was an incredibly depressing number.