" Defined by no man, you are your own story.
Blazing through the world, turning history into herstory. And when they dare to tell you about all the things you cannot be,
You smile at them. "
" I am both woman and warrior and you cannot stop me. "...
Angelina groans softly as she wakes, using all of her strength to force her eyes open. The girl blinks hard, clearing her blurred vision painfully slow. Blonde hair is the first thing Angelina's eyes come to focus on.
Clarke.
Angelina growls as she lunges for the blonde, her eyes widening as her wrists are confined to the chair she sits in. "You know, I can burn right through these," Angelina warns as she jolts forward in the chair. Her knuckles white, the scrapping of the wood making the blonde jump.
Clarke regains the dominant glare in her eyes as she holds up a switch. Angelina finally noticing the metal collar that once sat around Madi's neck was now tight around hers. Angelina chuckles, turning her head to find Echo staring at the girl with wide eyes.
Echo turns to Clarke, picking up where their conversation was abruptly cut off as Angelina woke. "I should have killed you when I had the chance."
Clarke looks to the ground, her eyebrows raises towards her hairline as she speaks lowly, "well, that makes my dilemma a little easier then." Angelina raises as eyebrow at the blonde, settling back into the wooden chair. Clarke cocks her head to the side as she speaks, "those men over my shoulder have orders to kill you both as soon as we stop talking." Echo glances over Clarke's shoulder, finding two men playing cards as they sit to a table a little bit away from the three of them. Angelina simply chuckles again as she locks eyes with Madi. "I'd prefer they didn't do that."
"I'd like to see them try," Angelina warns as her eyes begin to darken. Madi sits up from her place across the room, cautiously eyeing Angelina as she listens to the voices of the past commanders in her head.
"Why do you care?" Echo asks.
Clarke sits forward in her chair, holding Echo's stare as she simply answers, "Bellamy loved you. You were good for him. As far as I can tell, he was good for you, too."
Angelina lets out a small giggle while the spy behind her lets out a sigh of disbelief.
Clarke glances between the two, confused as she asks, "what?"
