"Yeah, so," Clem gave a shrug of her shoulders, both index fingers coming up to point at herself, "literally have power over death." It wasn't really boasting, just a casual observation that while, yes, this place was the pits and expected untrained and unwilling people to go off and be tools in something they didn't exactly believe in, she wasn't really on that entirely vulnerable scale of succumbing to death the same way everyone else was.
Could it happen? Sure, but only if she wasn't really fucking good at keeping herself alive and other people dead. She'd live with that darkening piece of herself if it meant living.
"Pretty sure that's preferable to wanting to crunch weights or, whatever shit it is they make you do here." She wasn't looking forward to this bullshit training thing. She'd maybe get a little reprieve until the handlers thought she'd settled in, but she doubted that'd last too long. "But it does mean I get to be nosy too. And ask like, how long have you been in this glorified zoo?"