The view is amazing, Clarisse has to give credit where credit's due. If it weren't for the wind and the temperature of the wind and the fact that she's become acutely aware of how fucking insane she was to agree to do this, it would be... incredibly beautiful.

Instead she keeps imagining her feet sliding closer and closer to the edge. She knows they're not moving, actually, but her heart doesn't care what her brain knows.

"Wow," she manages. "Can we go back down?"