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Bellamy walked up to stand beside him, and Marcus didn't speak first. He wanted to know what was happening inside the younger man's head, and the best way to learn that was to give Bellamy control of the conversation. "I had wanted to join the guard to protect my family. To give them the best opportunity I could." He could see that. Marcus had personally floated the officer that had taken advantage of Aurora; though that had been slightly personal too. Aurora and Marcus had . . . . and that was a long time ago. "I want to believe that I can help make a difference. That I can help protect our people." Kane honestly believed that if Bellamy learned to really work the system that he could one day build a city that rivaled the ones that he wanted to try to build.

It was his next words that made Marcus turn his head to look at him. "But I pulled out that radio to cut communication with the Ark. I failed our people so many times." The radio. He knew that Abby had put everything into the radio that came down with her pod and Raven. He had not asked why it took so long to work, only assuming that it had been damaged in the drop. Between that and the kids taking off their bands, it had been the proof he needed to push for the culling. "Do you really believe this can do that?" Bellamy asked, finally looking at him. "That we can make things different?" Marcus didn't say anything right away, as the realization of what had actually happened on the ground was starting to come to him. It wasn't hard to guess why. Blake had been an wanted man until Jaha pardoned him in return for the name of the guard (and the fact that it was a guard had pissed Marcus off, especially since he had been the one people blamed) that had gotten him to do it.

Kane watched Bellamy's face for a long moment, but then decided that Bellamy was already pardoned, and the punishment he would be giving himself would be worse then any pointless retaliation that Marcus could give him. And he didn't even think Bellamy needed punishment. The fault was not in the him, but in the one who used it to his advantage. Lifting his hand, Marcus rubbed over the growing stubble there, and took a deep breath., before speaking in a tone that wasn't as sure fire and bold as his normal one. "We had known about the flaw in the air system for a year by the time we sent the kids down, and talks of the culling had been there." He looked away from Bellamy, not proud of how he had ignored the hope and only worked toward his own goal. "I never put faith in the Earth being livable. I held meetings, and went behind Jaha and Abby's backs to push the votes I needed." He had been so sure. SO very sure that was the only way. "I had a someone I cared deeply about, and even when they could no longer support me---I was so sure that the only way to save our people was to reduce how many I was trying to save."

He ran his hand through his hair, and then dropped it; turning to face Bellamy. "I am the one who put the idea forward, son, and I am the one who used everything that happened down here to make it happen. You didn't do this on your own. I take full responsibility for each of the lives I took." Reaching his hand out to touch Bellamy's shoulder, Marcus's tone begin to return to normal. "We cannot change the actions of our past. But here we can make sure we are better then who we were before. We are doing away with corporal punishment. I want to lead our people with hope rather then with fear. You gave then a bit of that when you returned the children to us. You built the first walls here, and showed the people we could survive. I didn't understand that when I first came down. I need someone there to help me see what I miss. Someone who wants peace, and a second chance as much as I do. Will you help me? "

It had been a hard three weeks since the fall of the mountain, but their people were coming out strong. Marcus stood at the doorway into the Ark and watched as a group of them were making a garden, while others were working on a well. The wall was becoming thicker to protect them, but the truce was holding. It seemed they had finally found peace. Marcus hoped it would last. They needed some hope right now.

Turning from the door, he walked into the metal halls of the fall space ship. His boot echoed with muted thuds as he moved deeper into the building to get to the work room that he and Abby had made into their office of sorts. He hoped she wasn't in any pain. She was so beautifully stubborn! The men in the mountain had drilled her (a sight that still gave him nightmares), and he was hoping that with the time that had past the pain was lessening.

He pushed into the room without knocking, and walked to the table. Proping up to half sit on it, Marcus looked over the map while taking a drink from the cup in his hand. He was alone in the room, but he knew Abby would join him soon. They had come so far since their battles for power on the Ark. He never dismissed what he did to her, or how close he came to killing the woman he now valued above most other people here. That was a lie. He knew that he loved her. The moment he had seen her on the table, he had known---she was something more then a friend.

Marcus Kane just didn't know what that was yet.

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Strep. She had told him that someone had gotten strep and he needed to be inoculated. Marcus was angry. He didn't wear his anger like he had in this youth, so the only signs that he was angry was in his still he was. His expression and tight shoulders. She'd lied to him. He wasn't surprised that she had lied to him, but he was angry she had done it. The lost of her daughter had softened him for a moment while he was arresting her, but when the damn pod launched he wanted to shake her. The kids were not going to make it. Earth was not livable. She had sent one more person down to die, and all to stop him from trying to save the rest of the people! It was bad enough that she had Jaha abstaining his vote, and they were waiting a few more days!

They had gone a week with no deaths, and he had thought her up to something when she had gone to Mecca station 9 times, but finding out this? He took a deep breath, to calm himself. Nigel had sold her out. He had been trying to float her for years, and Abby knew it. She had risked everything for a lost cause and he was angry she couldn't see that.

Pushing open the door to the room she was being held in he walked briskly to the table and leaned on it, so he towered over her. "The people are getting restless because once again something launched to Earth." She had done this. Stirred the pot. He had told her in the hallway that he could try to save her, and Raven (as Marcus didn't want to see her floated, just out of his way) but after what she had done he didn't see how. Jaha had used his powers instead. "Was her life worth it? Was your life worth it?" Damn it! He knew she was hurting because of her daughter, but he she wanted to save people he had told her how!

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Clarke seemed to shift in his arms. Not physically but emotionally. He could see the panic and pain there, and Marcus held her to him tighter. It wasn't a hard leap to make. The men here couldn't handle the radiation of the outside world, and then they had died suddenly. Clearly somehow--or someone one had let it in. The way Clarke was crying suggested the rest. Marcus knew all too well what it was like to have the weight of so many on your shoulders. He had been so sure that the ground wasn't ready for life that he had pushed for over 300 of his own people to die. And it had been pointless in a way.

Pulling her tighter to him, he didn't say anything until she was done. "You did what you had to do." He reminded her, "They would have only kept killing." That wouldn't make it easier. He didn't want her to see the bodies here, or everywhere else.
She didn't need that in her mind as she tried to move past this. She was his daughter, and he was going to protect her. Somehow. Right now the only way he knew how to do that was by try to make sure she knew that he supported her in this.

At Sinclair's last words Marcus paused there and tried to think of the best thing to say. He had no family of his own, and that was a long standing regret of his. Especially after the lost of his mother. "We had brief contact with Jaha after we landed, and from his point of view we know others made it down. We just don't know where they are, or even which ones they are." But he knew that there were many who died in the travel to Earth, which is why he was not assigning anyone to look for the others right now. They needed to work on what they knew for sure they could save. The kids that they'd sent down here.

Reaching out to Sinclair, Marcus rested his hand on the man's shoulder. "There is still a chance," he tried to encourage, even though they both knew the odds weren't good. "Once we find the rest of the kids, we will begin looking for them." Which did lead Marcus into some good news. "Speaking of, one of your students, Raven Reyes, was found with the kids. She was injured, but Doctor Griffin is looking at her now." Reyes was going to be pardoned for her crimes with the rest of the kids, so if she lived then she would not face any charges. That had been the promise Jaha made to them, and Kane was doing to make sure it was kept. None of the kids would see any charges as long as they followed the rules from here on out. The kids had really made a mess of things though, starting a war with the locals, and from what he had learned--killed many of them. He had always disliked the idea of sending kids down, even though he didn't push hard to stop it from happening, but now he wished they had done things differently.  

Marcus respected Sinclair, and thought him one of the brightest minds they had right now. They would need that in the coming days if they were going to find a way to get any sort of power or defense. Kane wasn't unreasonable, he knew the crash could have taken out all the systems and the damage might bee too much for Sinclair to fix. Even with the help of the few people they had down here. Rayes could have been helpful but she had been shot, and Abby wasn't sure she would walk again. There was also Wick, whom Marcus had assigned to work under Sinclair.

"If you need anything just let me know." Because right now they needed this to help the people. "We don't have many people down here who know what they are doing, but whoever we have to spare can be sent here to sort scraps or gather whatever you need." Man power was about all they had right now. He'd built a new guard up to help protect them, but the people were not pleased at the children not being within reach.

Speaking of children, Marcus knew that Sinclair too had a family. No children (not that Marcus knew of at least) but a wife. "We are still hoping we can find some of the other stations." But many had exploded on the way down here, and Marcus wasn't sure which ones it was yet. Until then he didn't want Sinclair to loose him. "Once we know for sure, I will make sure someone tells you first thing." Reaching forward Marcus put his hand on the other man's shoulder in comfort, before dropping it.

"Decline," Marcus repeated, trying to keep the smug look from his face, pleased with the answer. "You don't enjoy the idea of building some of the first foundations for our people's continue survival here?" Marcus wouldn't want that for him either. He was proud of Bellamy, and even though he had arrested him before, and had not approved of his actions--his ability to keep the people around him safe was a valuable skill. One Marcus planned to use to the fullest. He wanted to help Bellamy learn to not just lead a group of kids, but a Battalion of guardsmen. Perhaps even a city. Marcus knew that his (though technology Abby's) leadership here could not last forever. There wasn't many leaders left amidst there group. Marcus knew who had potential.

Marcus had to hold back a grin as he set forward, leaning over the table slightly. "I read your file when we first started trying to figure out who helped you shot Jaha. Made a study of you to figure out who would trust you." Shumway had been trusted, and not considered, and the betray had hurt Marcus. Though he had floated his own father, and floating Shumway had been an easier choice then that. Not that it had come to floating him. He had ended his own life before they could get to him. "Your test scores were good, you were resourceful. That was what was said about you the most often. Perhaps you rather you take a more technical trade. You have friends in Engineering, mechanics. We will need farmers. Are any of these appealing to you?" The way he said it made it clear Marcus didn't think so. That this was not even a real question.

"Because if not, then I have a job in mind for you. One that would depends on your resourcefulness, and an understanding of this world that you might have better then the rest of us here." Marcus finished his drink, and sat his cu[ aside. "If you can find peace as a farmer, take it. You've earned it. You did what no one else might have been able to do here, and you should know that you did good, son. I'd like to see what more good you can do." Standing up, Marcus picked up the jacket in one hand, still not showing nay signs of handing it over. "Take some time to think about, and then come see me." With that Marcus handed over the jacket to Bellamy, and the rested his free hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know what the guard means to you. But on the ground we can make things different." With that Marcus walked past him and left Bellamy with the offer of joining the guard and time to think. Marcus walked outside, and moved to stand near the wires that protected the place. Looking out, he saw a world of chance.