Rory Montgomery is a lot of things to a lot of people:
Queen. Revolutionary. Real. Killer. Free. Survivor.
After crash landing on Earth with 99 other juvenile delinquents and reuniting with lost friends, Rory Montgomery learnt that Earth wasn't quit...
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The crowd all watch Rory carefully, almost expectantly, waiting for her to break. They want to see her snap, want to see her collapse onto the floor next to Clarke and breakdown. But, she doesn't. She just nods her head at Lexa before walking over to Clarke. She reaches down, pulling her off the floor so she's on her feet. The second she lets go, Clarke collapses once more, her sobs never subsiding.
"Clarke, you need to get up." Rory tells her, lifting her up once more. When she falls once more, Rory loses her temper. "Damn it, Clarke. Get up! Just stand up." Clarke nods her head through her tears, taking Rory's hand and letting her pull her to her feet.
Rory heads straight for Lexa's tent, Clarke stumbling behind her. Once she's inside, she lets out a shaky breath, her hands starting to tremble. She feels her chest constricting, feels the tears pushing to break free but, the second she hears Clarke enter the tent behind her, hears the girl's quiet sobs and sniffling, she regains control.
Clarke stands in the doorway staring at Rory. She watches her walk away from the centre of the tent, settling herself in the chair she had sat in before Clarke had arrived. "How are you ok?" Clarke whispers, her throat hoarse from all her crying. "He's dead. We killed him. You killed him. And, you're acting like nothing is wrong, like it's just another normal day." She doesn't get a response, Rory just stays sat down, her eyes locked on a tiny tear in the lining of the tent. "Did you not care about him? He cared about you. He cared about you a lot. You just killed him, you murdered him. Why aren't you breaking down? How are you-"
"Get out." Rory mutters, cutting her off. "I don't need to hear any of this if I don't want to."
"What?" Clarke asks.
Rory tears her eyes away from the little imperfection she found in the lining and stands up, turning to face Clarke. "You heard me. I told you to get out. I'm sure Lexa has another tent you can use to breakdown in, to blame yourself in. You should go and do that, let it all out. But, I don't have the time or the luxury to have an emotional breakdown so don't take your regrets out on me. Grief... it's a weakness and, the people out there cannot see me to be weak. Too much is riding on me being strong, powerful, ruthless, emotionless. So, I'm sorry that I'm not screaming and sobbing but, Finn's dead." She says, slowly walking over to Clarke, looking almost like a predator stalking her prey. "He isn't coming back. I can't save the dead, but I can save the living. I can save every single person in that damn Mountain. I have more important things to worry about than grieving over a dead man who slaughtered a village."
Rory's words physically hit Clarke, making her take a step back out of sheer shock. "Maybe Octavia was right when she said you enjoyed murdering Atom." She shakes her head. "Finn... Finn would be ashamed of you."
"Why are you still here?" Rory glares at her. She raises her voice. "Can someone come in here and get her out of my sight?" The tent opens almost instantly, but, surprisingly, the person that comes into view, who nods their head at Rory and does as she says, is none other than Indra. Rory's actions had infuriated her, Finn was meant to suffer for his crimes against her village but, it had also given Indra a new found respect for the Skaiplana. She did something a lot of people wouldn't have had the courage to do, something she herself would've done if the roles were reversed.
