MORNING.
They entered the laboratory.
Madi had almost tripped over in excitement as she ran into the laboratory, taking all of it in wonder. Clarke was slightly slower in her stride, an unwarranted smile colouring her face as she saw Madi's reaction, with Lexa quick behind.
''Wait a second.'' Madi looked incredulous, as she surveyed the place from top to bottom and left to right. Then, she glanced back at Clarke and Lexa, like she was trying to make something of them. ''You had a secret science lab in the middle of a desert-forest and you didn't tell me?!''
Clarke shrugged. Lexa didn't shrug but she took a glance at Clarke, indicating that her reaction was the same. All of which just added the fuel to the fire of Madi's gape.
She almost felt like crying. This's almost as worse as the time you didn't tell me you were both Heda and Wanheda. And then Madi looked around, saw the sheer amount of spare gears and parts and bolts lying around, and reevaluated her evaluation.
Nevermind. It's worse.
Madi's pained gaze tore from Clarke to meet Lexa's. And when she found the duo smiling, trying to stifle in laughter, she wondered: When will they ever stop dropping bombs on me?
Probably never, judging by the way they were both grinning at her as Madi tried her best to keep in the tears. Partially because of the sheer massiveness and the number of resources there were in this place and partially because they never thought about telling her about it.
And as Madi sulked and glanced at both the Wanheda and Heda, in the deep recesses of her mind she wished; and in her vision, she envisioned a scenario, when she was the one grinning instead and they were the ones gaping at her.
I wish I had a massive bomb to drop on them.
...
''We'll have Madi sort out the storage.'' Lexa finalised. They were conserving inside of a glass room, as Madi rampaged happily outside. They had arrived a few hours back, after breakfast in the mansion, and was setting roles and general what-to-dos and instructions for the laboratory. (After all, it was easy to get lost in its spiralling maze.)
''Are you sure that's a good idea?'' Clarke asked uneasily as she met Lexa's gaze. ''I mean... what if she gets bored, tries to explore, and finds out?''
''It wouldn't matter, Clarke,'' Lexa stated. ''One reason we came with her was for her closure. Finding out the truth would be a part in that.''
Clarke threw her hands in the air. ''Letting her see Emerson's blood and showing her to what we did to him isn't closure, Lexa! It's torture!''
''It's us, whether you like it or not,'' Lexa said, stiffly. ''We tortured him to an inch of his life and used him as our lab rat. It is our responsibility to clean up from that.''
If there was any indication that Clarke heard her, it was that she paced around at a quicker speed, as if, with enough force, she could omit the problem from her mind. ''Responsibility doesn't include showing Madi what we did to him!''
Lexa sighed as her eyes followed Clarke. ''It is the same as telling her about Polis, Clarke,'' and at this, a low note of frustration came from Clarke's throat. ''There is no difference in the fact that it is necessary if we choose to hide our pasts no longer.''
''It's not. Polis is fact. This—this we can still avoid.''
''They are both facts in the past, Clarke. That is unchangeable.''
''But we can still avoid it, can't we?'' she said, and she sounded on the cusp of agitation and frustration. ''There's no reason to show her that—just because!''
