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No one's gonna take me alive. Time has come to make things right. You and I must fight for our rights. You and I must fight to survive.
— Knights of Cydonia, Muse
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━━━━━━ July 1, 2150
HARROWING CRIES FILLED THE dank throne room while iron filled lungs and blood stuck to every surface. But all Casey could focus on were the warm hands that held her. Guilt seeped into Casey as she was reminded of how she evaded her mother's questions about her brother. She couldn't answer her because of how awful the truth was, but now, Casey realized, the truth would always be better than not knowing. Her mother needed to know, and Casey had denied her that right.
⠀⠀⠀"I'm sorry," Casey sobbed, her fingers clawing into skin as she kept Rian and Murphy close to her. She was so, so, so, so afraid that they would slip like fragments of her imagination.
⠀⠀⠀"It's okay, it's alright," Rian whispered. Despite the lack of space between the three, Rian dragged her children even closer to her. "We're together. It's okay."
⠀⠀⠀Their circle tightened, and they were unwilling to break. Murphy's shaking hand rested against her back, her mother's head pressed against hers, and they were one. Casey briefly heard Clarke stop beside them and whisper that she and Bellamy were heading down. Other than that, Casey was enraptured by what was right beside her.
