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❝ SO THIS IS WHERE LIBERTY DIES. ❞
"IS HE GONNA make it?" Bellamy asked, staring down at an injured Finn from his spot in the dropship. As soon as Clarke heard about the accident, she had immediately gotten to work on Finn, who lay sprawled out on the table, the knife still in his chest.
"I don't know, Bellamy. I don't have enough knowledge to work this out." Clarke said, running a hand through her hair. She was frustrated. "You shouldn't have taken him. You should have kept him here."
"Yeah, well, how was I was supposed to know that he was going to get himself stabbed?" Bellamy asked, not willing to take any of her bullshit at the moment. He was pissed off, at the world, really. "This isn't my fault. Before you try to blame me for a death I didn't do this time, he's the one who got himself hurt." Bellamy said, before stalking off.
Nova watched as he walked out, before turning her gaze back to Finn. "Maybe he should stop being a selfish dick and think about all the deaths he has caused in the short time he's been done here." Raven murmured, standing beside Nova.
"Cut him some slack. He's doing it to protect his sister." Nova said, eyes darting to Raven.
"Yeah, says the one who's been with him the whole time." Raven spat, not liking Nova too much already. "Tell me, what made you throw that radio into the river?"
"I'm not doing this with you." Nova said, glancing away from Raven.
"No? Should've had that same mindset with Bellamy, I guess."
Nova pushed the chair that she was resting her hands on forward out of anger, causing it to fall over. Nova turned to face Raven, stepping into her face. "You should really stop with your snarky comments. It's not cute."
"Oh, have I hit a nerve?" Raven asked, getting closer to her face. "What will you do if I don't stop? Call one of high up-there friends to come beat my ass?"
"Enough of that! Both of you! I'm tired of hearing your arguing. One of you just leave so I can work in peace." Nova knew by 'one of you,' Clarke meant herself.
"That obviously isn't gonna be me, hot stuff, so get a move on." Raven spat, eyes never once leaving Nova's, and Nova kept her gaze.
"Go float yourself." Nova said, walking out of the drop ship to go find somebody she actually enjoyed talking to.
⌀
Nova took a seat down on the log beside Octavia, causing her to look up at her. Octavia was wrapped in one of the orange blankets that was in the drop ship when they landed, and both of them sat in front of the fire.
