Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter forty

While the others were gathering outside to watch Raven face the punishment from attempting to poison the Commander, the blonde princess remained inside. She was mentally destroying herself over the role she played in Finn's life and it was causing her to lash out at others. "I can't save anyone," she muttered to herself.

The pained screams of the mechanic echoed throughout the walls of the chamber Clarke remained in. She turned to look at the figment of her imagination, demanding, "Say something."

Before her hypothetical image of the shaggy-haired tracker could speak, someone else did.

"Whom do you speak with?"

The feminine voice that reached the blonde's ears was raspy, as if she had spent days either screaming or crying. Clarke assumed it was both, the woman was probably mourning someone just as she was.

"The Ripa?" The woman asked as she made her way further into the room. Behind her back was a knife, which she had no problem in using.

Clarke finally spun around to face the woman—her face familiar to the blonde. Must have been at the massacre, she thought to herself.

"Finn wasn't—that wasn't him. He just. . ." she trailed off, having no words to explain the tracker's actions.

While the blonde squirmed under the scrutinizing glare of the female Grounder, she failed to notice that the woman had set her knife down onto the table. "He murdered ai bro."

"Your brother?" Clarke finally asked, having a hard time understanding the broken English mixed with Trigedasleng. "I'm sorry for your loss."

The woman bit the inside of her cheek and swallowed before saying, "And I, yours." It took an extremely great effort for the female to sympathize the lover of the man who killed her brother and many of her friends. But she understood that the murderer was a tortured soul and so was the blonde. "Ai laik Faye. En yu laik?"

"Clarke," the blonde introduced herself and held out her arm. The Grounder eyes the teenager wearily before reluctantly grabbing her forearm.

Faye pushed aside a plate of now-cold food and took a seat in its place on the table. She rolled her neck before sighing and asking, "So, this Ripa—what does em speak?"

The blonde pushed a piece of hair behind her ears and shook her head before responding, glancing over at the transparent figure as she said, "He doesn't. He just watches."

"En em here now?" The Grounder woman asked, her eyes following her female companion's. The blonde nodded before pointing towards the corner of the room. Faye frowned as she saw nothing, but understood that the sky person did. "He watches," she repeated.

It felt good to finally get this off her chest, seeing as Clarke did not want anyone to think she was going mad. She did not hesitate to thank the woman for not judging her.

"No, ai set think yu laik crazy."

Her words made Clarke frown, but she couldn't help but let out a laugh as the older woman smirked.

The teenager studied the beautiful woman who seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties. Clarke wondered what she must be going through after losing her brother. Considering the fact that the blonde had only known Finn for a short amount of time, she almost felt guilty for being so upset about his death.

"So, did yu poison Heda?" Clarke's eyes widened in surprise, having completely forgotten what was going on around her.

She immediately shook her head, "I would never kill Lexa!"

Faye smirked, a devious glint in her eyes appeared as she asked, "Yu feel for Heda?"

"No!"

The blush on Clarke's face made the Grounder woman snicker, but she decided it was time for her to quit making fun of the sky person. As fun as it was, Faye had only entered the room to see if the blonde had been the one to try to assassinate her Commander. From what she could tell, Clarke had taken no part in anything.