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"I love you too, dad," Marcus had seen his tear, and he broke his heart. He didn't want to give up his son because he had failed to find something to fix the Ark. They never should have floated Jake Griffin; they should have locked him away and only allowed him to work on the Ark. Then they never would have gotten to this. Even though he had disapproved of the idea then, he had not been out spoken about it--now he wished he would have raised hell and gotten his way. Then maybe the smartest man he knew would have kept his son live.

"I hope you don't forget that." He never would. "I can still remember when you first said it too me, when you were so small." Marcus told him, his voice full of regret, and loss, and love. "I will not forget it. Never doubt in that, son." Bellamy would always be the greatest accomplishment he ever did in his life, and also be the biggest regret since his failures brought them all to this. Marcus has pushed for a culling, and he was all too aware that ever word had brought him closer to his son's death. "My only regret for you is that you never knew the honor, and love of what being a father means. Because having you for a son is the great honor I have ever had."

"I will make sure it's done," Bellamy was talking about the recommendation, and Marcus knew that it would help her if she saw that it came from Bellamy rather then himself. "She may be, resistant at first, but it'll be good to give her something to focus on." He was assuming that, but he didn't know the girl well enough to know what to expect. "Especially since her father has also volunteered for the culling. I don't want her to feel alone." He paused for a moment, not sure how to respond to that, but not wanting Bellamy to worry about things when he had so little time left.

"Then we will make sure she is aware that we have family dinners every week, and that she will always have a place at the table." Marcus told him, not sure how his wife would react to the news but surely she would be welcoming of anyone Bellamy loved. He knew his mother would. "Even if we have to remind her every so often." The words were hard to say, because Marcus knew that there were four chairs at the table, and she would be sitting in Bellamy's. "I pro-omise." He told his son, his voice faltering slightly.

He was trying to bargain and make a deal but Marcus wasn't the type to make deals--and this wasn't something that one could talk their way out of. "We will be making an example out of you." He told Bellamy, "You will no longer be a cadet int the guard. We will find another job that will give you no access to power or thus giving you less of a chance to break any rules." Marcus told him, not wanting to deliver the news in such a way, but nor was he going to waste more time letting Bellamy beg for something that would never happen.

"You also will not be allowed to have interactions with anyone else who has a record." Such as someone who was in the Skybox. "You will be given a post in the janitorial staff, in one of the smaller stations. Perhaps with time you can move up with in their ranks, but you will never be allowed to hold any sort of position with power."

"There will also be biweekly inspections on your rooms and person. They will only be announced minutes before happening, and the guards will do this when you are not there. No chance at hiding anything." But at least he would be alive.

"You had no personal relationship with her." Bellamy snapped back, and Marcus could tell this wasn't going to get better, it was only going to get worse! "Whatever you may have had before, apparently wasn't worth sticking around for." THAT was unfair, and if this was anyone else, he would have hit them for it. "So you not only didn't know about one kid but potentially two?" He defiantly didn't know he had two children--he wasn't even sure what to do with one adult son--much less a teenage daughter! "By doing what?" He demanded, "Isn't it a little too late for you to try and be a hero?"

And he was done with being talked down too by a kid less then half his age. "I will remind you that you are talking to the vice chanciler of the Ark, and you will mind your tone!" Marcus snapped back at him, raising his hand to point at the younger boy. "I came here to find out more about my children--ones that your mother took pains to make sure I didn't know that I had--not to be your punching bag." Marcus lowered his hand, "I have already said that did not know that I had a son--how the hell would I have guessed I had two? I do not plan to sit back and watch one of them die. I came here to talk. If you rather yell at me, I can leave."

Marcus walked over to his son, and looked down at the baby in his arms. Reaching out, he slowly took her from Bellamy, and then reached for the bottle. "I never got to do this for you, and I have long since come to regret it." Marcus admitted, having heard the emotion in Bellamy's voice, and knew that he was close to reaching the end of what he could. He needed rest, sleep, and some good news--and Marcus could at lest help him get the first too.

Keeping his voice calm, and steady, Marcus spoke; hoping that the granddaughter in his arms would react to that and begin to eat. While he didn't know babies, he knew how men acted when they were scared, and that remaining calm and steady for them would help them see through much. So if this didn't work for her, maybe it would work for his son. "You are exsaulted, son, you need rest. Or to at least clear your head. Let me stay here with you tonight, and help you. There is no reason for you to do this alone."

Marcus Kane had been a widower for almost 20 years now, but he was not a saint. He had made many mistakes along the way, but none of them involved his son, thankfully. Which was why he always made time out of his schedule to be free for his son--no matter what is going on. He wanted to make sure there was never a regret when it was his time to go. "Hey Dad," Marcus heard, and walked out of his bed room to greet his son; the only family he had left. "Bellamy." "Did you need me to get anything?" "No, I made sure everything was ready." Their meals were not fancy but it was the company rather then the food they came for.

"Heard you made an arrest, last night. Good work." Marcus told him, knowing that arrest mean that Bellamy was doing his job well. That made him proud! It was never easy to make an arrest knowing that it meant someone would die, but Marcus believed the rules were there for a reason, and if people were allowed to break them then history would always repeat it's self. "It's brought some attention on you. Jaha himself was commenting on your skills." Marcus told him while moving to put some of the foods on the table.

"I spoke to her father," That surprised Marcus, but also told him how serious that Bellamy was about this. "She wouldn't go to the door. She'd get through it, and neither he nor I wish for that to happen." He could see that about her, and he wondered if she was doing ti because of his son, or because she wanted to do it. "Will you grant me this request?" That was hard, but easy at the same time. "I will make sure men are posted at her door, at the time you give them." He wasn't sure when Bellamy planned to say his goodbyes. . . . .

He couldn't finish that thought. He couldn't think about his son dying right now. He had to work on what was before him. "When do you plan to tell your mother?" Marcus asked, wanting to be there for her afterwards, and give Bellamy a chance to tell her alone. It would break her heart--as it was breaking his currently. If ever there was a magic or a miracle that was owed to him, he wished it would happen now. "What is your plans until the culling?" She hoped that Bellamy would agree to spend a good bit of time with him, as well as the family.