clarkmcrrison.
“i haven’t. i wouldn’t. i’m just there for information purposes… for mass texts and shutting down the electrics. it’s not like i’m Anonymous and this is an organisation that i’ve set my sights on to destroy. i just want them to understand that keeping people here against their will is wrong. they’re not prisoners. they’re people. with free will and a right to choose where they reside.” clark sighed, shaking his head as he refused to have the same conversation yet again. nothing would change, back and forth. clark stood where he stood, and john stood where he stood, and that was on opposite lines that the other just couldn’t cross.
clark was terrifed of changing to support the government. it’s not what he believed in, or wanted, but even if he did he’d be terrified that the rising power would tell the directors what he had done, that he was responsible for most of the information being leaked, for the technical mess ups. as far as the man was aware, suspicions were flying but they weren’t on him, and that’s all that mattered right now. in his mind, the decision was made. unless something drastic happened, that made it so he had no choice but to cut ties with the rising power, he would be on their side until they reached their endgame.
“let’s not go through this again, yeah? all our conversations end up here and they don’t need to. we can talk about literally anything in the world and we choose to just sit on this like it’s the only thing that matters.”
John laughed, scraping his fingers over the back of his head for a minute. “Isn’t it the only thing that matters?” …Wasn’t it? They were both focused on such different parts of the fight: Clark only saw the people who didn’t want to be in Lake Grimstone –– whether or not they should be there –– and John could only truly focus on the people who simply wouldn’t be around if this place didn’t exist. People like him, who were teetering on the edge of a void he knew he wouldn’t have returned from had he not been given the help at the precise moment he’d been given it.
John believed in a catch-and-release system. Show them you can control your power, show them through time spent there that you won’t hurt someone with it, and go on your way. Come back, if you prove that you can’t be trusted around people who can’t protect themselves. –– Stay, if you can’t be protected by the world when you’re out there. But start here. Clark saw… something different. He didn’t see the born weapons some people had, or willfully ignored the devastation they could do if left unchecked. –– John wasn’t sure. They never really got past Clark’s intentions.
“One day, you’re going to be too far past to come back, no matter what,” John said. “If you believe in every little bit that they do, then go. If you’re sacrificing some of your beliefs for what you think is better than the options given now…” John looked torn, pained. In a bind without anywhere left to go. “How do you suggest we not talk about this?”
















