"Ignoring it won't make the problem go away. It'll only make whoever assigned us specific colours want to point it out even more. No one likes it when something they've done is ignored. And I don't really want to tempt fate right now."
Playing ignorant was dangerous. The delinquents hadn't had a chance to choose whether or not to ignore the Grounders before they'd thrown a spear hard and dangerously close to Jasper Jordan's heart.
She knows a thing or two about playing oblivious herself. Pretending the explosion from Mount Weather hadn't elicited a blinding pain to travel up her leg and nest there for three long months had left her in agony. And Raven knows not informing Abby of it had left her wading in dangerous territory.
She looks to Veronica, and wishes she could believe they're simply clothes. But she's stopped believing the good in everything that's come her way. From Grounders who are keen to pin someone from Arkadia was the bad guy in a pathetic situation to how returning to Earth had been propped as the best damn plan the Ark had, she's stopped believing there's nothing more sinister lurking in the shadows.
Conversationally, she continues, "We can make the colours mean something to ourselves, but that doesn't change the fact these colours have a reason to whoever owns this town." She shrugs her shoulder. "We should try and figure it out. Make some sort of contingency plan." She waves a hand, sweeping it toward Veronica. "Let us making the colours mean something else one of those steps. But we have to figure out why we're doing that in the first place. Be one step ahead instead of ten steps behind."
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"Ignoring it won't make the problem go away. It'll only make whoever assigned us specific colours want to point it out even more. No one likes it when something they've done is ignored. And I don't really want to tempt fate right now."
Playing ignorant was dangerous. The delinquents hadn't had a chance to choose whether or not to ignore the Grounders before they'd thrown a spear hard and dangerously close to Jasper Jordan's heart.
She knows a thing or two about playing oblivious herself. Pretending the explosion from Mount Weather hadn't elicited a blinding pain to travel up her leg and nest there for three long months had left her in agony. And Raven knows not informing Abby of it had left her wading in dangerous territory.
She looks to Veronica, and wishes she could believe they're simply clothes. But she's stopped believing the good in everything that's come her way. From Grounders who are keen to pin someone from Arkadia was the bad guy in a pathetic situation to how returning to Earth had been propped as the best damn plan the Ark had, she's stopped believing there's nothing more sinister lurking in the shadows.
Conversationally, she continues, "We can make the colours mean something to ourselves, but that doesn't change the fact these colours have a reason to whoever owns this town." She shrugs her shoulder. "We should try and figure it out. Make some sort of contingency plan." She waves a hand, sweeping it toward Veronica. "Let us making the colours mean something else one of those steps. But we have to figure out why we're doing that in the first place. Be one step ahead instead of ten steps behind."