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Post by Clarke Griffin on Dec 23, 2019 21:07:21 GMT
She failed, big time. Once again, actually. But she did what she thought she had to do at the time with the information she had. And some of these things, well they might look bad from the perspective of others, but she was well aware, that these perspectives varied. She knew the perspective of the others and her varied very much these days. Clarke had changed since they came up here. Everyone was getting the ship ready for the ten years it would take earth to recover from this. But her home was gone, destroyed for good now, which was what she tried to avoid the entire time. Well that was it.
After changing into some clothing she could wear during cryo, she looked around, finding herself with some people she didn't know and Octavia. She had a few words to say to her, so she went over to her slowly. "You know, your mother once would have done anything to protect you and Bellamy. I kinda guess I know how she felt now." She knew why she was so ready to sacrifice herself for her kid. Clarke was, too. "She did whatever she had to do to keep you two save. I would do the same for Madi. She was all I had down there. It was just us for six years." It was an opening, one she needed.
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Post by Octavia Blake on Feb 8, 2020 21:29:15 GMT
Octavia saw them at the back of her vision almost every moment: the dead. Her dead. Her responsibility. Her fault. She had lead them into that valley with a taste for blood and a need to conquer, and had left the valley with only the taste of death on her tongue. One would think that after having watched so many deaths, after taking so many lives herself, she would be used to it - but no. It never got easier. Every death weighed on her, and the deaths in the valley especially so. She didn't kill them, but she might as well have. And now, she would sleep with those who survived for ten years. Although it seemed to bother very few people, Octavia herself was terrified of the thought. Would she have ten years of dreams? Of nightmares? Would she be stuck in that valley, or stuck above the fighting pit, watching death for year after year? She could have asked one of the prisoners aboard this ship, but she didn't trust any of them. Although, truly, she trusted hardly anyone at all. She doubted anyone trusted her anymore, least of all those she loved. Octavia sat on top of the bed that was supposed to be hers for years, loosely hugging her knees to her chest. Around her, several other talked and joked, said goodbyes as if they were just going to be gone for a day or so. They largely ignored Octavia, which was for the best. She didn't know what she would say to them, and didn't want to hear what they would say to her. A familiar voice broke in through their talk, and she looked over to see Clarke approaching her. If there was anyone else she could blame for those deaths, she wanted it to be Clarke. Clarke had made the deal to save herself and a girl above hundreds of other lives. She had ruined the surprise attack that surely would have brought victory for Wonkru, but instead brought death. Octavia couldn't argue that Madi's life was important, that she had done a better job at unifying everyone in a few minutes than Octavia had done in months in the bunker. But it would feel so good to put the blame on her instead, to push it off of herself for even a moment. "Not sure she would have doomed hundreds of people to die to save us," Octavia responded evenly. It wasn't something she knew for sure, but it didn't sound like Aurora Blake. There were things she had done for them that Bellamy wouldn't even talk to her about, but she was a gentle person. She turned her gaze away from Clarke, looking instead at the empty cryo beds across from her. "I was all they had. You had one life to protect. I had hundreds."Turns out she couldn't make herself blame Clarke, even to feel better. She didn't deserve to feel better, but she needed something else to focus her own anger on. Her gaze turned back to Clarke, her features now becoming a little more animated. "Why bring my mother up anyway? You didn't know her. And maybe you forgot, but I'm the reason she's dead too." If she'd thought she hadn't been able to feel more pain right then, she was wrong. Even though she'd said it, the memory sent another stab of pain through her heart. "Is Madi going to pay you back the same way some day?"
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