[Better to make alliances now than when it's too late, when they have weapons in their hands and fucked up ideas in their heads. The car's going too slow, but to Ronan, it feels like it's going miles and miles over the speed limit, or maybe it's the thunderous crash of his heart against his ribcage with every beat. He knows - he knows how hard it is to trust. He doesn't trust Clarke, even after she gives him her name, and he knows he won't, not for a long time. He's different now, different from the Ronan he was a few years ago, the boy that trust easier, smiled easier, loved easier. Now he's fractured, and fills the empty spaces in his soul with anger and violence. It's easier to hate people than to try and trust them.
But Clarke felt like someone useful. He wasn't about to start telling her his secrets and how his help could be invaluable to her if she wanted it, but he could be perfectly fucking civil.]
Ronan. [He doesn't say it's nice to meet you, because he's not a liar.]
I think we know enough. You expect many more tricks?
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But Clarke felt like someone useful. He wasn't about to start telling her his secrets and how his help could be invaluable to her if she wanted it, but he could be perfectly fucking civil.]
Ronan. [He doesn't say it's nice to meet you, because he's not a liar.]
I think we know enough. You expect many more tricks?