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I hope my body gets better. Do I mean my body or my mind? I hate the word "forever." I hate the word "change", I just need time. Give me time. Space and time!
— Space & Time, Wolf Alice
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━━━━━━ August 25, 2150
THE AIR INSIDE THE bunker was thick with the collective pool of anxiety surrounding the packed bodies. Those not privy to the airlock's opening were rudely awakened by the Grounders rampaging through the sleeping quarters and rounding everyone into the common room. Abby, Kane, and Jaha were in the office discussing the next steps of who would live and who would die.
⠀⠀⠀In the meantime, Bellamy tried to broker a round of conversation between Casey and Clarke after the back-to-back betrayals on each of their parts. But Casey still needed some time to cool off before she talked to Clarke again. They'd both be alive, at least, to discuss it. He and Clarke ended up leaving when they all realized the conversation was getting them nowhere. Bellamy asked if Casey wanted to join them in the meeting, but she couldn't bear to listen to such a dreadful conversation.
⠀⠀⠀Casey's eyes scanned the crowd and found her mother standing near the front of the room. Her arms were crossed and hip jutted to the side. They stood in similar positions, which only served to remind Casey that she was her mother's daughter. And where that once drew pride, Casey was now disgusted.
