Based of - 4x10 Words - 1578 Warnings - angst, the end of the world Song - Be My mistake (the 1975)
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Everyone had come into Polis, waiting for the horn to blow, letting them know whether it would be their clan that would survive. You don't think you had ever seen the City so pain ridden. The streets were dark and people were shaking. Once this was over, there would be no Polis to cry over, no people to surround it. There would be nothing.
That's what you were fighting for. For there to be something, someone, people. In the end, you were hoping to make it yours. Which was why you stood by the other warriors, sharping your blade as you awaited your call for the Conclave would start.
From the moment you said you'd fight for Trikru, you were aware of what that meant : going up agaist Octavia. The one girl that had kept you close through everything, from the first steps you took on the Ground to what now might be your last. You were going up against her. And if it came down to it, one of you might have to kill the other. Though, even with such rules, you already had a plan in mind. One you had yet to speak.
That had been what you were on your way of doing before the door to the Commander's cambers swung open and you were forced to turn from your weapon in hand. "Please tell me it's not true." Murphy demeaned, not caring that the door was still wide open, letting anyone listen to his concerns. "Tell me you're not fighting in this stupid conclave."
Murphy already knew. He had heard it from Clarke the second he made it back into Polis with the others. And when he had been told, no of them were surprised when he shot off up into the tower. "I have to-" You began to explain but Murphy had heard what he needed to and swiftly cut your words.
"You don't have to do anything!" He snapped back, eyes watering at the thought of Octavia or Roan pushed their sword right through your heart. A thought he had been made to get used to from the moment you stepped into the shoes of Commander. And with your selfless attitude, the thought was very possible and Murphy wasn't sure how he was suppose to live with that. "You didn't have to take over from Lexa, you didn't have to risk your life becoming and nightblood and you don't have to do this now!" He went on to rant. All while you listened to him, your own eyes beginning to prick with water.
Pushing out a smile, you came over to the boy, taking his hands in yours. "Trust me on this, John." You asked him. However, your words had done more harm than good. Because while you were just begging for him to let you do this, all he heard was the same words you had said that day in the lab. Right before he had realised you were about to risk your own life.
He shook his head, snatching his hands back. "I don't think I can do that anymore." He answered, honestly. "I don't think I take watching you risk your life anymore." He continued and your expression fell, wondering what he was trying to say.
This time, a tear fell from your eye and you were left wanting to cut him off, say something. You just weren't sure what you were suppose to say. "What do- what do you mean?" You questioned. Though, in reality, you knew what he was saying. You just didn't want to say it out loud.
The brunette swallowed first before breaking eye contact. "I can't do this anymore, Y/n. I can't watch you risk your life again and again without caring about how it might effect me or your friends, your family." He went on and that was when the tears came from his eyes, matching the way yours had done. In honesty, he couldn't believe what he was saying. His emotions and built up and up and when he heard you would taking part in the conclave, he lost it.
"I do it to save you, to save everyone." You told him but you highly doubted that mattered anymore. Murphy had made up his mind. Your words weren't going to change it anymore. "I thought you knew that." You continued.
Murphy stiffened for a moment, holding back his want to snap back at you. "And if I loose you, I have nothing. I thought you knew that." He spat before turning on his feet and leaving your room as if it might be the last time. And for the first time ever, you thought it would be the last time. You thought that after this, he would never want to talk to you again. That was if you were still here to talk to.
All your body wanted to do was drop. And it probably would have if it wasn't for the fact you were about to fight for the survival of the human race. As much as the past conversastion had shaken your core, your body wouldn't let any emotion in. Not yet, anyway. It couldn't. You knew if it did, you wouldn't be able to fight. You wouldn't be able to even speak. All you would be was a pile of tears as your brain went over every past memory.
Instead, you forced your body to suck it up. This wasn't the time and you knew that. So you moved, pushing the thoughts of Murphy right to the back of your mine. And in it's place, you walked towards the others warriors, one of which was fighting for Skaikru.
Octavia had her sword laid out in her hands, debating something over in her head. Something you couldn't quite work out. "If you're here to tell me to back down, it won't work." She spoke, not bothering to turn to you. She had already had said conversation with her bother. And she certainly wasn't looking to have it again.
It then struck on your that she didn't know. No one had told Octavia about who she was going up against. Skaikru mostly likely did so since they knew that would change her judgement. In fact, it might have been the only thing to change her judgement. You were the closest person to her. If she heard word that you would be fighting for Trikru, she would have backed down. And thus, Skaikru's chances of survival went down. They couldn't have they now, could they? So they said nothing. Nothing at all.
"I'm here to make a deal, O." You started and that was when she looked up to face you. She realised then by the way you were dressed, the way the headpiece was placed back onto your forehead that you would be part of the conclave. That Octavia would have to kill you if she wanted her people to live. Well, actually, she had already made a choice on who would take the Bunker if she won. And that wasn't just going to be Skaikru. But what would any of that mean if she lost you in the process? =
She brows fell knitted, the girl dropping her sword as she came to look at you. "You're fighting for Trikru?" She questioned, proving your thoughts about Skaikru not wanting to tell her such.
You nodded first. "Yes." You answered. Though, before Octavia could begin to rant to you like Murphy had done, you spoke. "I know you're not planning for Skaikru to take the Bunker. At least, not if you win." Then her mouth shut.
Of course you knew. Why wouldn't you? Nobody knew Octavia like you did. At least, not anymore. Maybe when everyone was first on the Ground, her brother was able to read her. But not now. Not after everything the pair had been through. "How did you know?" She asked and you simply smiled to her.
"Because I know you, Octavia." You uttered, the corners of your lips to tugging upwards. "And I know that you are too selfless to let Indra die, to let everyone die when there is a more equal solution. And I think you know that we want the same thing." You explained as the Octavia slowly started to realise what your plan was. "You're one of the best warriors I know. If we both work together, there's no way we won't be able to win." You told her, watching carefully to see what her expression might tell you.
Truthfully, the warrior didn't have to think on it for a moment. You both wanted everyone to live. Granted, not everyone from every clam would make it, but it was a lot better than one clan ruling the whole Bunker. So Octavia placed out her hand for you to take. "We save every clan." She spoke. You nodded lightly before take her arm as she did the same, the two of you shaking on it.
And you would do just that : you would save everyone.
