Saviors ; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥

085. ꕥ Battle Scars

"Kane, why can't I go with you?" I beckoned and followed Kane around the Chancellor's office as he was getting ready to leave.

It's been about a week since the events of Bellamy running through an army, despite us telling him not to, and getting stabbed. Since then, we had learned that Clarke was safe — or as safe as she could be — in Polis under Lexa's protection, and I wasn't sure whether Clarke was really safe or not. But today, there was the summit at the Grounders capital for Skaikru to negotiate a treaty with the Grounders. Kane, Abby, and a few other guards were set to go to Polis today, and another group was supposed to be going to Mount Weather — which Abby had recently opened up. And guess which group I was on.

"Because." Said Kane, and before he could even get another word in, I spoke in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Kane, come on. There's a reason why you're not letting me come. Just tell me what it is."

As I followed him over to the desk in the room, he spoke. "I need you to go to Mount Weather. I trust you enough to make sure that everything is going smoothly over there."

My face turned into a frown as I watched Kane move from the desk to the still set up map. Ever since Abby opened Mount Weather, Kane was acting different — he was slightly on edge. I knew he disagreed with Abby when she decided to open it up to the people.

"I know you don't like that Abby opened it up." Kane's eyes darted in my direction before going back to the map. "You think it's putting everything else at risk, right? Like getting Lincoln's kill order lifted."

Kane sighed. "I just don't want it to seem like we're moving into the place where thousands of Grounders were killed."

"It'll be fine, Kane. Lexa knows that we use it for supplies. She'll understand." My voice was quiet as I straightened myself out before walking over to Kane.

"I admire your hopefulness, Joanna. Even after everything that's happened to you." Kane smiled, changing the subject.

"Well, I've had a pretty good couple of months." My smile mirrored the one on Kane's face. What I said was true — the past couple of months have been good for me. It felt like I found my place working with Kane, training with Miller or Lincoln, or being with Bellamy. It felt like I belonged, and honestly, I couldn't ask for much more other than my brother being here with me. "Don't worry, Kane, everything will be fine."

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It was later in the day when I sat on the bed in mine and Bellamy's room staring at the box on the shelf that contained John's letter. The box had been the letter's resting place for the better part of the last three months. I thought maybe if I couldn't see the letter, then perhaps it wouldn't plague my mind as much. I was wrong. Almost every day I thought about that letter — I thought about John. There was a part of me that had excepted that John was never coming back, and all I had left was that note, but there was another part that thought about John almost constantly — or at least tried to because every day I would fight the urge to think about him. I didn't want to think about how he could be in the middle of nowhere dead, so I tried to bury my thoughts about him.