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"Now you're gonna lock us up!?" Murphy exclaimed as Miller dragged him away to lock him up, followed by Roan who dragged Emori with him. "She was just trying to save her own life! Well, we're not gonna touch your stupid machine, all right? Please Clarke! You can't do this to us, Raven please. You can't let them do this to us!

Raven turned towards Clarke, her brows raised in question. "Please tell me you're not actually considering putting Emori in that chamber?"

Clarke ran both hands down her face, and turned to face Abby. "Mom, I don't know what else to do," she stated in exasperation, hands raising slightly in the air.

"There is nothing else we can do," Roan shrugged as he walked back towards her, no hint of sympathy on his face. "We all know it."

"Abby," Raven pleaded, "There has to be something that doesn't make us murderers."

The doctor shook her head slightly at the girl. "Jackson and I examined every possibility, and the only thing we know for sure, is that if we do nothing, we die. Jackson, prep Luna for the next extraction."

"No." Luna cut off. "You've taken enough."

"Luna, it's okay. We'll sedate you."

"I said no," the nightblood firmly cut off again. "I won't allow my blood to kill any other innocent people.

"Luna, please," Clarke begged, "Your blood is the only thing that can save us."

"My blood is a curse." Luna spat. "It will, however, keep you from following me into the rain."

"Luna, you can't," Abby protested. "Not with that hip."

Aurelia watched as Luna limped away despite the Griffin's attempts to persuade her, but the nightblood was stopped by Roan who stepped in her away.

"We can't let you leave.

"Let her go, Roan," Aurelia ordered, mentally preparing herself to fight him if she needed to.

"We need you, Luna," Clarke continued to plead.

Luna turned around to face the blonde, a look of questioning on her face. "Is there no line you won't cross in order to survive?"

Roan simply shrugged. "Survival requires sacrifice. If the freikdreina dies-"

"Don't call her that," Raven cut off.

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