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PIKE HAD FREAKING WON, AND HE GOT EVERYTHING HE WANTED. He, Bellamy, and about a dozen others left to 'take care' of the Grounder battalion, and they had somehow come back without a scratch.There were no casualties, no wounds, nothing. How they managed that, Ivy did not want to know.
Now, he wanted to talk to Lincoln and Ivy, so they were standing outside his office with Kane when the Blake man stepped outside. Enzo had asked why he was not called in as well, and Ivy had a couple of theories. She already knew that Pike was going to remove them from the guard, and the Escobar was not on it. He also did not hold any weapons to people's heads or throats. They were all very clearly pissed, and he did not meet their eyes as he informed the two younger people, "He's ready for you."
"What the hell happened out there?" Lincoln asked angrily, and Bellamy glanced at him before looking at Ivy. He was still speaking to Lincoln, but his eyes were trained on her and her reactions. He was searching for any trace of doubt in her eyes, anything that he could pull and help her join him.
"We did what we had to do."
He started to walk away when Kane stepped in front of him, blocking his path. He still stared at Ivy as the man spoke to him. "Wake up. You attacked an army that was here to help us. You murdered innocent people. Is that who you are now? You thought you couldn't live with yourself after Mount Weather? Well, you just started a war that'll kill us all."
"You need to wake up. And don't tell me the difference between Azgeda and Trikru," Bellamy told the man, finally tearing his eyes away from the Bishop girl to look at him. "Trikru killed 37 of my friends before you even touched the ground. We didn't start anything. They did."
"They?" Lincoln asked, raising his eyebrows at his former friend.
Bellamy sighed, shaking his head. Despite everything that he had done in the past week, it was clear that he did not mean to offend the man. It was too late, though. He had burned all of his bridges by siding with Pike and letting his new 'friends' point guns at the people that had stood by him for a long time, since the beginning for some people. "You know what I meant."
