BOOK ONE IN THE SALVATION SERIES
"Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror. Victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival."
"You just ripped off Winston Churchill."
"Wow, Blake, congratulations...
" there is no refuge from memory and remorse in this world. The spirits of our foolish deeds haunt us, with or without repentance "
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I grip Finn's hand in mine tightly, wiping away the stray pieces of hair stuck to his forehead with my free hand. I refuse to let him die, especially not when him being hurt was entirely my fault.
"I should've noticed he wasn't unconscious, I'm sorry Finn. I'm so sorry," I mumble to his frail figure, biting down on my tongue to keep from breaking down.
He doesn't say anything, his chest rising and falling shakily, his face beginning to pale. I force the lump in my throat to go away, squeezing my eyes shut as I hear Clarke walk over, making sure to look presentable.
She glances at me with a pitiful look in her eyes, that soon flashes to fear in her own. Her lips part, a small gasp escaping them as she unfolds the dirty cloth wrapped around the knife, blood surrounding it.
"I thought doctors weren't supposed to operate on people they care about?" I question softly, my lips turning upwards slightly. I realize that Raven and I weren't the only people who loved Finn- Clarke has grown to as well, and has just as much to loose.
She opens her mouth, beginning to protest, but it clamps shut, seeing the knowing look on my face. "I can't loose him." Clarke mumbles, blue-grey eyes looking to me as if she didn't know what to do. The part that scared me, was that I didn't either.
I squeeze his hand as Clarke looks back to the wound, her gentle fingers tracing it. I lick my lips, thinking carefully.
"You won't. He's too damn stubborn." I smile grimly, looking back down at Finn, who's features still seem frozen in agony. Frozen in pain, that I could've prevented by just being more observant, or hitting the grounder with the rock harder. I would've been the one lying on that table, the knife was meant for me. But Bellamy pulled me away, so the grounder had settled for Finn. My hands clench into fists, part of me wishing I could trade places with Finn. I would, in a heartbeat.
Clarke nods at me solemnly, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes glass over, and I move away towards the dropship door, knowing she needed a minute to regain herself. Sometimes, battles are best fought on your own.
Part of me wonders if Clarke could do this, save Finn. I know for a fact she could do it, but her emotions were obviously already running high. After all this, I know I can't let that happen, Charlotte was a result of me showing how much I care. I won't make that mistake again, especially not with Finn.
"Avalon, the rain will get in the dropship soon, the wind is picking up." One of Bellamy's goons inform me, and I square my shoulders, looking authoritive. My eyebrows arch up surprised that they would even ask me, but since Bellamy is gone, it makes sense.
