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Post by Clarke Griffin on Nov 6, 2018 17:27:06 GMT
Clarke was shaking. Her hand hovered over her stomach, placing it there to steady herself, to protect herself. She had managed to reach what she wanted. In a way it was good. In a way it was hard for her, because she would hardly see him. She knew her needs and wants were secondary. They did not matter in this. This was defying an entire culture. This was giving them a new way of seeing things. When they spoke about punishment, about satisfying the living, Clarke saw an opening. She had seen the village and that had been her opportunity to argu, to argue for Finns life in stating that he had taken the work force of men and women, leaving their family with less, less chance to survive. And suddenly her arguments changed, they spoke of benefits, they were sweeter than before. It was still a punishment.
As the commander announced what was to be done with Finn, Clarke was allowed to let him down from where he was hung against a pole. Two guards stood by her side, taking over his hands. "I...managed to...negotiate a way for you to survive. I told them that the living would not benefit from your death, but they would if you survive. So you get to live. In the village, helping the families of those whom you killed. You'll live. That's the most I could do."
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Post by Finn Collins on Nov 13, 2018 16:24:56 GMT
Finn had made a mistake, he knew that, and he regretted it. He was strung up, unable to do anything but wait to die, to watch his people gather behind the safety of their fence to watch his execution, to listen as the grounders chanted for his blood. He deserved this... but he was afraid. He wasn't ready to die... but he would so that the others could live. Except... fate had others plans. He wasn't entirely coherent when she began letting him down; his body hurt from being stretched out for so long and his mind was a mess of emotions. But he recognized it was Clarke, and her words were able to pierce the veil over his mind. She had found a way for him to live. Of course she had. Clarke was relentless when she set her mind to something, it was impossible to deter her, and saving him was something she had set her mind to. He breathed a sigh of relief, the motion hurting his body, and forced a smile to his lips as his hands were released. Finn knew that whatever had been decided, they only had a few moments together before being ripped again. Clarke began explaining before he could ask what had been decided, and although he was grateful to be able to live, the alternative was... not exactly great. He was to live in the village, helping the families of those he'd killed. It wouldn't be easy, he knew that, he would suffer day and night for the crimes he had done. They would never accept him, would never treat him with kindness... but he would be alive. "Will you visit?" He asked softly, not meeting her stare. | Hold your tongue, honey,
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