Bishop {B,B} (4)

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We Will Rise (6,1)

Although Loukas hadn't been pleased at first with having to lay down with an oxygen mask over his face to clear his lungs, after ten failed attempts of escaping being caught by his sister every single time. He eventually grew used to the mask and even ended up falling asleep, snoring almost loud enough to overpower the cries of the children and people around them.

Meanwhile, Tyra stayed awake, keeping Octavia company while she stared blankly ahead. Occasionally engaging in a conversation with Tyra about the situations back in Polis, but otherwise they remained quiet in a comfortable silence only ever interrupted by the surrounding noises.

Her eyes were begging to drop, but as much as Tyra wanted to succumb to sleep she was still riding the high of adrenaline from the night prior, between almost losing Loukas again and for sure losing their backup plan of the Ark to save them against Praimfaya.

Only the option of turning everyone into a Nightblood remained, and if that failed very few would survive overall, and Tyra would have to watch everyone she knew die.

"You gave us a scare," Tyra looked up from her hands where she had gotten lost in thought, spotting Bellamy looming over Octavia's back, of which she paid him practically no mind.

"You saved so many people, O. Without you getting here to warn us Azgeda was coming, we'd be at war." Tyra saw Octavia's face twist into anger while she stared straight past Loukas' body on the bed parallel to hers.

"Get out." Bellamy sighed, meeting Tyra's eyes with a pleading look. But the Trikru warrior only shrugged. She knew better than to involve herself in other's family problems.

"Octavia, I thought you were dead."

"Octavia is dead. She died when you killed Lincoln."

"Please don't say that, O. Hey, I'm your brother." Finally, Octavia moved from her previously rigid position, glaring over her shoulder at Bellamy.

"Why do you think you're still alive?" Tyra could see the heartbreak clear in Bellamy's eyes, while Octavia turned back around on her side to face Tyra and Loukas once more, the red-headed Trikru giving Bellamy her best sympathetic look.

Octavia was still hurting, and would be for a long time until she learnt to let go. And though Bellamy wished, it didn't involve her consistently pushing him away every time he tried to amend the relationship. But there was nothing he could do either way.

"We're gathering at the gate for when you're ready." Tyra nodded at Bellamy's words, but he had already left before he even saw the gesture of agreement.

"Why does he need you at the gate?" Tyra's chair scraped as she stood, tightening the straps of her various holsters around her leg and waist.

"Raven needs fuel to go to space and make nightblood, we'll guide them through." Octavia scoffed, tightening her grip around her sore stomach, while Tyra began to shake her brother awake.

"How can you even look at him after what he did?" Tyra stopped shaking Loukas' arm, her brother still fast asleep under the oxygen pumping mask.

"Imagine you were in my position. That it had been Lincoln who had done all those things. And tell me you wouldn't still love him after it?" This time Octavia remained silent because they both knew the answer to the question.

Octavia would've forgiven Lincoln in a heartbeat.

Tyra, in one last attempt to wake Loukas up, yanked the oxygen mask away from his face and then let it go until the plastic snapped against his face, effectively making Loukas jump to a seated position while reaching out towards the knives at his boot.