Knight {B.B} (2)

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Remember Me (9,2)

The pyre had been set up, the eighteen bodies of the fallen people of Tondc surrounding it, while they laid Finn's body on top. The entirety of Tondc was present to watch, the sky people stiff at the edge while Lexa stood on a platform above, so they could all see her, Gustus and Tyra standing to the side.

"People of Tondc. In fire, we cleanse the pain of the past," The silence that followed Lexa's repositioning so she'd be able to grab the torch from a warrior's hands pierced Tyra's ears, to the point where she could almost hear the blood rushing through her head.

Gently, Lexa grasped the torch, holding it up above the wood to burn it fully and finally end the cycle of suffering. Only, she retracted her hand at the last second, a thoughtful look on her face before she turned to the group of sky people. "Clarke..."

The woman in question left her people's side, hesitantly grabbing the torch from Lexa's grasp while she stepped back to give Clarke the stardom of burning the bodies.

Tyra could see the hesitance eating away at Clarke, possibly Finn's death hadn't yet settled on her shoulders and burning his body would only settle that burden she'd forced herself to carry.

But in the end, Clarke did it, she let the torch drop until the wooden logs were set aflame, the smoke immediately rising up into the sky.

"Yu gonplei ste odon." Various murmurs surrounded Clarke speaking Trigedasleng, some in agreement while others in hatred. But to Tyra, it was also another step toward a truce.

While the smell of burnt wood and smoke surrounded her, the crackling of the bodies filling her ears, Tyra met Bellamy's eyes across from her, the light from the pyre lighting up his midnight eyes.

His gaze drifted down to Tyra's hands clasped at her front, her hands a dark shade of brown thanks to the crusted up blood she hadn't gotten a chance to wash off. But his gaze wasn't judgmental like the ones she received from the rest of the sky people, it was more of understanding. He understood that she'd do just as brutal things for her people like he would do for his.

Tyra only looked back at the flames, her silent turmoil regarding the only sky person who hadn't judged her coming back once more while the flames danced in front of her.

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The fire was quickly consumed, leaving ashes behind that Clarke and Lexa chose to watch while the feast for the Commander's arrival was prepared.

While Lexa and Clarke had a hushed conversation standing over the ashes, Tyra watched from afar while leaning against a building, picking at the bits of dried blood she could to clean her fists.

She wasn't ashamed of carrying the blood of hers, or Lexa's enemies, on her hands, but after a while it became quite itchy and annoying to have on her skin. So, Tyra opted to begin picking at her skin, even if the clotted blood got stuck beneath her fingernails and the repetitive scratching motion left her skin a shade of pink.

"Here." Tyra stopped picking at her hands to look at Bellamy holding out a cloth toward her that was slightly dripping from the edge. Water being the culprit, if Tyra had to take a guess.

She took the cloth and wiped at her knuckles, the humid fabric being a relief to her irritated skin while the blood began to be absorbed.

"Thank you." Bellamy nodded in return, leaning against the house by Tyra's side.

"It's just a piece of wet cloth, Tyra. Nothing special." Tyra shook her head while she handed Bellamy back the cloth, her knuckles now free of blood, only the pinkish tint to her skin being a sign that something had ever been present on her hand.