Of Everything That Could've Been - Bellamy Blake [2]

Chapter 9 - Remember Me

AN: Hey everyone! Just another warning for Trigedasleng usages and translations! If I've gotten any of the Trigedasleng wrong, please let me know! I really hope everything with Finn seems realistic, I feel that with Myles' personality and the way she's able to think things through and explain them in a way that captivates her audience, both on the Ark and on Earth, that it would go something like this. After all, surviving is her best talent ;) Much Love :)

Myles sits against the left hand side wall of Lexa's tent, squished in with seven other grounders. Cool metal presses against the skin of her ankle as the small pistol she stole from one of the guardsmen that walked the Arkers to the commanders tent rests in her shoe, the bulky weapon tucked uncomfortably into her sock on her right leg. Her hazel eyes stare at Bellamy across the room as he and seven other Arkers talk animatedly to each other. In the corner of her eyes, she can see Finn sitting on the ground beside Lexa's throne with his hands bound, his weary eyes tiredly looking over the 16 people deciding his fate. Bellamy's deep brown eyes lock on hers frequently, the mans anxiety being felt from across the room.

Several of the delegates had somehow managed to sleep throughout the last ten hours, including Bellamy, Finn and Lexa. Myles, however, can barely blink with the overwhelming guilt that sits on her shoulders. They'd spent hours listening to the pleas of the few survivors from Tondc that had come with the commander and their words echo in Myles' mind hauntingly. Clarke and Raven had gotten a chance to stand up and speak, as did Murphy and Octavia, but no one currently in the commanders tent besides Finn had shared their testimonies for the people in Tondc, Finn or Lincoln.

"I believe," Nyko starts slowly, not causing hazel eye to tear away from her boyfriend. "That is too strict. They will never go for that."

"What more can we offer?" Shira, the beautiful woman in the blue dress that Myles had held after Finn committed the shooting, says frustratedly in a strange, broken accent that matches the other grounders.

Bellamy looks tiredly over to her, his expression showing he's obviously not happy with whatever is being discussed in their corner. Myles can't hear what's happening over there, and a part of her hopes Bellamy never hears what's happening on her side. The Blake brother had managed to sleep, the man dozed for at least two hours while his team discussed their options, but his face doesn't appear rested.

"Then allow them more visitation," Alejo's strong voice cuts through to Myles' ears.

"That won't matter," Myles mumbles, not turning to look at them. "You don't want everyone being able to see him, it defeats the purpose. Allow visitation for specific people and make sure there are steps in place to ensure his safety. That's all they'll care about at the end of the day."

"Only high priority Sky People with no emotional connection," Lexa agrees, her tone somewhat detached. "If you believe the punishment is fair, extend your right leg," everyone does as instructed, the vote is unanimous. "Then it is decided. Once they are done, we will present our offer for the murderer."

The grounders go silent, turning in their chairs to face the Arkers as they talk, but Myles doesn't move to turn her body towards them until Marcus notices they're ready. Straightening up, the councillor taps Abby's arm and nods towards the grounders as Myles twists in her chair and brings a leg up onto the seat to wrap her arms around. Quickly finishing up whatever discussion they were having, the Arkers turn around to face them politely as Myles continues to stare at her boyfriends face, their worried eyes locked on each other's.

"I assume you've reached a conclusion," Abby queries, and Finn straightens in her peripherals.

"Yes," the commander agrees, "our Skaikru ambassador will explain to you our offer."