Based of - 3x07 Words - 2143 Warnings - death, v sad, blood, wounds. Song - Youth (daughter)
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Octavia kept pacing. She needed to leave, now. Or else the kill order would come into effected and she would be dead. But she wasn't leaving without Clarke. Skaikru needed her right now. They needed a leader that would show their people would they was wrong. If Clarke didn't come, there was no saying what Pike would do, what his reaction might be with this kill order.
Her pacing only stopped when the door opened, reveling you. Unlike Octavia, your mind had been racing with different thoughts. "Bellamy was apart of it, wasn't he?" You questioned, voice low as you fell ashamed for the boy. Of course he had been. You already knew that but a small part of you wanted to think that maybe he wasn't. Maybe he had come to his senses.
Octavia felt the same shame. No matter what she said to him, he was still with Pike. No matter what the things Pike did, Bellamy still stood with him. Octavia nodded, her steps making their way toward you. "It's why we all need to leave, now." She pressed.
Your brows fell knitted she you shook your head light. "I'm not leaving." You answered as if it had been obvious. Of course you wanted to save Skaikru and make them see what Pike had done was wrong but you were ordered to stay here, with Lexa.
But no one found your words more wrong than Octavia. You had to come in her eyes. You would be the one to talk to them, know right from wrong. If you weren't there, Octavia dreaded to know how Arkadia might fall apart. "What? Why not?" She asked, her voice laced with something almost offended sounding.
"Skaikru aren't my people anymore." You were quick to answer. They had done a lot more bad than good to you - both up on the Ark and down on the Ground. They didn't care about you. Maybe they did when they could use you. But other than that, you had always been a waste of oxygen to them. Or so you thought anyway.
The room fell silent for a moment as Octavia debated over he next words. You swallowed, finding your seat on the end of Octavia's bed. "Then who are you people?" She finally asked, her eyes dragging up to meet your own.
For a moment, you were quiet, thinking over the question. But in reality you knew you didn't have to think over it for as long as you did. You knew the answer would roll of your tongue if you had let it. But you didn't. "Murphy, he's my people." You uttered before standing from the bed. "I am sorry about Pike and what he had done but you have to understand that this kill order is the best thing Lexa could do." You tried to reason with her. But in her current state, Octavia wasn't having any of it.
She huffed, rolling her eyes. "God, why is everyone defending her?" She snapped. You wanted to jump in straight away, say how Lexa had more than just Skaikru to think about but you didn't. You knew if you did, it would do no good.
"Octavia, i'm sorry-" You began to apologise but her voice was quick to cut you off. She didn't believe you. You kept saying your sorry but you were do nothing about it. You weren't coming with her. You were doing nothing.
