What is For·give·ness /ˌfərˈɡivnəs/

[Thalia Tait]

Thalia wondered what she was doing. Was she really going to do this? Hadn't Marcus Kane been the one who had thought up the Culling that had taken her father? So why was she seeking him out? Especially in less than easy-water times of political unrest in Arkadia. While she understood the need for the vote, she thought everyone was being to easily swayed by Pike and all his followers. She just didn't like all of his militaristic ideas. Beat back Grounders? Impossible. This would just land them in an even more violent mess. 

Didn't anyone see that the attacks they had suffered through so far were just the tip of the mountain? It was what lay beneath that was the true terror, so vast and unpredictable... The Grounders weren't only vast in numbers, but they were skilled warriors that knew the Earth far better than any outdated book the Arkers had left from the dropdowns. She chewed the inside of her lip. To make every single group of them their enemies... That was a death wish. No, an elimination wish. There would be nothing left after a war like that.

And it wasn't the most popular opinion, thinking of supporting Marcus Kane. People were fast to crush any sort of thought that wasn't similar to their choice between the two. When given two choices people often stayed within those two, one or the other and never even thought about having other options. Like Co-Leaders. Sort of like how Bellamy and Clarke had been for the delinquents, Thalia wish having two leaders was an option. One for the militia and the other for diplomacy. And they would both have to agree on any subject before acting, just to make it fair. 

But that was in her imagination, and like most things, such dreaming was starting to wither and die at a very fast pace.  So with so limited of options, she had weighed the two and conformed to one. And it wasn't Pike. But she had to make sure. She had to make sure this was the right choice. It felt...dangerous, supporting someone who the majority did not. And once the majority started a cry for violence...it wasn't long till it came about. And if Pike was getting them on his side with promises of war, death to anyone who disagreed was not far off. So the lesser of the two less than pleasant options was Kane. 

But when she saw him she stopped in her tracks. Her breath hitched. It was almost like being back on the Ark again, when it had floated seemingly peaceful in the far off void of space. Floating. She shuddered and turned pale, closing her eyes and shaking the nightmare of her father's corpse burning through the atmosphere. Shivering, she finally opened her eyes again and looked, rather pained, upon Marcus Kane. The Culling had been his idea... But...that was the past. It was just to thick and heavy and dark, that past, that it would take fare more than just the candle of courage she had to defeat it. Well...wouldn't it?


"Marcus Kane," her voice sounded far away even to her own ears inside the hollow Ark walls, "I...I need to talk to you."

[Marcus Kane]

salvation comes at a price Marcus Kane didn't often get surprised, but hearing someone call him by his full name caused him to pause in his step. He looked down at the young girl, and while he didn't recall her name he knew that she was one of the kids he had sent to Earth. He couldn't even remember why, but he knew the faces. It was hard to forget the faces of the the 100 children that he had thought he was sending down to die. She continued by saying she needed to speak with him, and he noticed the pause in her words. She was nervous, but not because of him. Most people were imitated just by his name. EVERYONE called him Kane. A few called him Marcus but no one called him Marcus Kane to his face. She had done it, so it wasn't him that had her scared. "Are you alright?" He asked her, not sure what had happened, but with everything else happening around here, it couldn't be good. Besides, he had a special interest in what was left of the 100 children. He wasn't going to fail them twice. "You can tell me here, or we can go sit by the tree." He gestured to it, knowing that there were less people around the tree. If she needed a private word, it would make sure she wasn't over heard.