𝒙𝒊𝒗. 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔

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𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏; 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆;❛ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯 ❜ ↷ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅❝ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 ❞

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𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏; 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆;
❛ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯 ❜ ↷ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅
❝ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 ❞

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏; 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆;❛ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑯 ❜ ↷ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅❝ 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 ❞

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"Fucking bitch." Gabriella swore the second she jumped into the driver's seat of the rover. Luna decided to reject the flame and with that, decided to secretly drug them and then put them back on the boat so they couldn't come back, "And to think I defended her."

Bellamy nodded in agreement, sighing from his place outside as he looked at the battery of the rover that was currently charging and then told everyone, "Rover is almost charged. We need to pack up. We'll be home soon."

"Then what?" Clarke huffed, "Run away?"

Bellamy rolled his eyes and rested his hand on the door for the passenger's seat and looked over it to give her a deadpan look, "We're not running away, Clarke. We need to regroup with the others, and find another way to defeat ── "

"There is no other way. We need to find a nightblood. We need to unlock the flame. It's the only way to stop ALIE." Clarke exclaimed.

Gabriella glared at her through the window and moved her head through the window, yelling back, "Then I'll guess we are just going to die bullshitting our way through this war too since there's clearly no other way. So suck it up, Princess, and start fucking packing."

"Yeah, what do you expect us to do Clarke?" Jasper asked, leaning against the hood of the rover ( something Gabriella would usually scold him for if she had the energy to ), "Walk into random villages asking for their nightbloods?"

"If that's what it takes." Clarke shot back easily, her words causing Gabriella to roll her eyes and get out of the rover.

She gave the fellow blonde a glare and snapped, "No, Clarke. There are no more fucking nightbloods. You have to get over that and start thinking of new plans because there's clearly nothing we can do that has anything to do with the flame or anyone becoming Commander."

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