WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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WONDERING !
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 FORTY-FOUR・*: ·. ⇌ ஜ .·: *

Millie is learning to live.

She is learning to let herself cry, to be vulnerable. She is learning to let herself experience all emotions, both positive and negative, without judgment or suppression. She is learning to let go of perfectionism and embrace her imperfections.

Millie is learning to enjoy her company. To understand the people around her, to care for them. To allow herself to care without fear. To understand what it means to be cared for. To stay, instead of run.

To remember.

Remember everything these people have gifted her, somewhere she could call home.

Millie is learning to love.

She loves early mornings and late nights, the way the world silences in the brief moments of peace. She loves horses and going for rides along the river. She loves Monty's moonshine and the way it vibrates her bones. She loves braids and long pony tails. She loves the way it smells before a rain storm.

She loves late night talks with Octavia. She loves breakfast with Lincoln. She loves teaching Bellamy how to sword fight.

She loves it here.

But, you know what she doesn't love?

The sweat trickling down her back and neck.

"Are you sure it's her?" Millie groans again, wiping the back of her hand on her forehead.

"I'm sure. Do you want me to go over there and ask?" She snaps, glaring behind her.

"Watch your tongue, girl." Indra hisses, her arms folding over her shoulder. The blonde girl rolls her eyes, standing back up.

Kane heaves out a long, dramatic sigh. "So, what, you kill Clarke and you. . ." he trails off, unsure.

"Command death." Indra finishes, tone firm.

"Does Clarke even know she's being hunted? I mean, she's just trying to survive right?" Millie thinks out loud, running a hand through her hair.

Indra shakes her head, "it doesn't matter. The bounty on her is spread through all of the clans, it is only a matter of time until someone finds her."

Millie frowns, "okay. She has to be in contact with someone right?"

Kane and Indra share a look, "if not us, someone who can provide her things. A trade, maybe? Clarke kills someone for them and they give her supplies to live? Food? Weapons? I mean, she can't be doing this all alone. Right?"

Indra nods, eyes finding Millie once more. "It's possible."

"Wouldn't they be considered a traitor, then?" Kane speculated, shifting from foot to foot.

Indra keeps her gaze on Millie, "yes. Like Lincoln, they'd immediately have a kill order placed on them."

Millie hummed, "so they either are alone, or have a different agenda."

Kane cursed under his breath, "Rover 1, come in. Repeat, Rover 1, come in." He speaks into the radio, calling out to Bellamy.