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RUSSELL AND MILES WERE DEAD. That was all there was to it. Last night may have been a little crazy, but they deserved it for all the crimes they commited by taking peoples lives and forcing people to believe they were the superiors and the people should sacrifice themselves to them. After they were dead, it would be done and everyone would have a new path.
Except for Falo.
She would be the commander until she was dead. It might've been Titus' fault, maybe it was Roan's, or maybe it was her own peoples fault for getting her stuck in this mess. Honestly, no one should be the commander. Everyone should just vote for the leader, if they accept the honor. If not, pick someone else.
That was how it should've been. Octavia was chosen that way, why did it have to end, why couldn't it just stick that way and Wonkru picked someone else to lead them? Falo didn't want the burden of carrying Wonkru on her back anymore, nor the guilt of being the false commander like Ontari, and the secret of the Flame destroyed.
But Falo shouldn't worry about that right now. That decision would be made once everything was back in order.
Clarke and Falo marched into the prison room where they kept Miles and Russell since the palace was destroyed the night before. Miles kept himself seated and still against the wall, head hanging. Russell scrambled to his feet, his face bruised and marked. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked.
"Don't play innocent," Clarke shook her head. Falo glanced at Miles. "We know your people have been in to see you. Now, you and your people will face the wrath of the commander."
Russell chuckled lightly. "I can hardly turn them away if they show up." he defended himself.
"It won't be a problem for much longer," Indra threatened. "Your executions at sunset. We'll give you the respect of choosing how you die."
Falo walked over to Miles. He never kept quiet for long, never. It was rather unusual for him. She crouched down and lifted his head. Her face dropped when she saw his eyes were lifeless, foam oozed out of his mouth and no longer was he breathing as he was the night before. She glanced to her right and saw a bottle of pills sat next to the end table.
No, she thought to herself.
"You should have just finished the job last night." Russell spoke to Clarke.
Falo slowly stood up. "Yeah, we should've, Russell," she turned around. "You killed him, didn't you?" she asked.
He seemed to be shocked. He wasn't even sad, just shocked.
