notion • john murphy

33 - ACCEPTANCE

[ ACCEPTANCE ]

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   "The conclave must be starting." Clarke furrowed her brows as she glanced outside the window and listened to the sound of a horn.

   Murphy got up from the really soft bed, "Cool." He said like a child who just got a toy. "You see anything?" He approached her and she turned to look at him with a slight glare. "Come on, what?" Murphy scoffed. "Watching Grounders fighting to the death to see who gets an AI built in their brain? That doesn't sound fun to you?" He pulled apart the curtain to have a peek out of the window.

   Murphy was met with Clarke's silence and he turned to her staring where Lexa once lay, her black blood still coating the fur blankets. Suddenly, Clarke rushed over to the doors, and started banging furiously on them.

   "Hey." Murphy called out to her. She kept banging. "Clarke." He called once more and she stopped. "Look, I'm sorry. I know how much she meant to you."

   "This has nothing to do with me." Clarke replied emotionlessly. She turned back around to Murphy. "Did you see Sayah?" She suddenly asked and Murphy felt something inside him awake. Whatever it was, it was about to start going insane.

   "W—What?" His voice came out small.

   Clarke furrowed her brows. "You didn't see her on your way up here?"

   "Well, sorry for being unconscious." Murphy drawled before going serious. "She—She was here?"

   Clarke nodded. "She left with Octavia just before. . ." She paused. "Just before I came in and found you."

   Murphy felt something inside him cry out and ache. Ache for her. She was here. Sayah was here. In this very room. His eyes darted around before he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "Was she okay? Was she—Was she hurt or anything? I mean. . ."

   "She's okay." Clarke nodded. "She had a. . . few rough months, after you. . ." Left. Murphy knew. "But Abby, Octavia, Lincoln and Bellamy take care of her a lot, checking up on her and all that so," Clarke pursed her lips.

   Murphy furrowed his brows. "Wait—Bellamy?" He clenched his jaw, ignoring his curiosity and instead asked something else. "What do you mean 'rough months'?"

   Clarke sighed. "I wasn't really there so, I don't know it all. I'm sorry."

   Murphy bit his lip, hands clenching at his sides. Bellamy? Rough months? What the hell was going on? Clarke, to Murphy's pleasure, quickly changed the subject. "We need to make sure that Aden wins the conclave."

   Murphy kept looking around. She was in here. She had been here.

   Suddenly, the doors unlocked. Murphy and Clarke both turned to it as it opened, revealing Titus. Murphy was less than pleased. "What, you come here to finish the job?"

   "No." Titus answered after a moment. "I'm here to fulfill my vow to Lexa." He then handed some clothes to Clarke and Murphy. "Put these on." Murphy did so quickly.

   Murphy turned to see Clarke hesitantly standing there. Why wasn't she moving? "Look, the door we were banging on for the last 24 hours is open. Let's use it." He told her.