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...
" she learned not to trust people; not to believe what they say, but to watch what they do "
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I make my way over to Clarke and Finn, who are seemingly arguing. It doesn't take long to realize what about, and I grit my teeth out of frustration.
"Finn, they're getting ready," I inform him, the firelight dimming his dark eyes, but even the smoke can't hide the smell of alcohol radiating from Clarke.
The two turn to me, Clarke with a skeptical look.
"Clarke, I trust him. I'll be right right there with you as an Ambassador. It's worth a shot," I plead slightly, my eyes darting across the blonde's face.
Clarke raises her eyebrows, narrowing her eyes as she looks between Finn and I. Finn's eyes flicker towards the ground in defeat, but Clarke purses her lips and continues.
"Well I don't," I sigh, knowing Clarke wouldn't agree. "But- if we did go, we have to bring back up," She insists, and I stop any movements, looking at her through my eyelashes and back at Finn, who has the same reaction as before.
I had brought it up to him on the way back, saying I trust Lincoln- not the others. If we brought hidden back up, with orders to attack only after the grounders make the first move, we could convey trust while knowing we're protected.
Finn had shot that idea down, frankly stating that we need to trust them. And I will, just after I'm sure. And right now, I'm not so sure.
"No way, we're not bringing guns. Those aren't the terms, and if we're going to do this, we have to give it a fair shot," Finn raises his voice slightly, putting his trust in the grounders.
I avoid looking at him directly to bite back the comment on my lips about how truce isn't as important as our people's lives. If they didn't attack, we wouldn't either. But we have to be sure.
Clarke grimaces, noticing my slight discomfort from Finn's words. We lock eyes, and I know Clarke can tell we're thinking the same way. We lead together, and we have to be aware of the other's thoughts about all matters. I nod my head slightly before turning back to Finn.
I hated going behind his back, but it wasn't worth risking our lives.
Clarke glances down, coming to the same conclusion I had, before swallowing her pride. "Okay. Okay, I'll get my pack and meet you at the gate," Clarke lies through her teeth, blue eyes monitoring Finn's response. His eyes widen before nodding, and Clarke turns around at that, walking towards Bellamy.
I clench my jaw, shooting Finn an apologetic look before ushering off after Clarke, grabbing her wrist. A drunk kid stumbles past us, drink in hand and for a moment I forget I'm supposed to be having fun. I almost want to laugh, because that didn't turn out.
