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Bellamy has Raven slammed against the tree. His hand is wrapped around her throat, his jaw clenched. She holds a similar glare on her face with a blade pointed to his face. Again, she asks, "Where's my radio?"
With a grin at Raven, Zarah nods with a quiet whisper, "I like this one." She glances up at Finn with the happy look, but he just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
"Okay, stop it!" The blonde cuts in, her eyes flickering between the two. They let go of each other and take a few steps back, though the tension doesn't clear.
"Jaha deserved to die," Bellamy implies, keeping his back to them as he starts to walk away. "You all know that."
"Yeah, he's not my favorite person, either," the Reyes begins to call out after him, "But he isn't dead." "What?"
"You're a lousy shot," she insults, revealing the truth that eases his guilt, but only makes him worried for himself more.
"Bellamy, don't you see what this means?" Clarke queries in hopes that he will give the information they need. "You're not a murderer. You always did what you had to do to protect your sister. That's who you are. And you can do it again, by protecting three hundred of your people. Where's the radio?"
"You should've came sooner," Zarah interrupts. Her expression is calm and her shoulders shrug slightly. "That thing is gone."
"She's right," Bellamy nods. "It's too late."
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She sits and occasionally glances up at the group that search the water. Their legs of their pants get soaked from the water, but she doubts they mind it that much. It's better than working at the camp.
She looks back down at the object in her hands that she's working on. It starts to take the shape of what she's going for, and it makes her smile a bit. A shadow towers over her from in front, Raven blocking the sun from hitting her. "Are you going to sit there, or help?"
"I am helping, just not with the radio search party," Zarah notes, twisting the small piece of stone in between her fingers. She looks around the girl at Finn and Clarke, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Not to scare you or anything, but maybe you should worry about something that's not me."
She stands and smiles innocently at the mechanic. She walks away to stand off to the side, continuously messing with the small object in her hand. It's an arrowhead. She had learned about it from her mother, who taught her it was a weapon used in hunting and warfare in the ancient times. It's not much, but it gives her something to do with her time.
"Hey, I found it!" Someone, Jones, shouts, shaking off the object. Water pours from inside of it, but the others still seem to have hope.
Raven takes it into her hands and the group gathers around her. "Can you fix it?" Clarke asks, clinging onto the hope that they can save the three hundred people from dying.
"Maybe," the mechanic replies softly, "But it'll take half a day just to dry out the components to see what's broken."
"Like I said, it's too late," Bellamy grumbles with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Do you have any idea what you did?" The blonde snaps, glaring at not only him, but the careless girl. "Do you even care?"
"You asked me to help. I helped." "Three hundred people are going to die today because of you. Because of both of you!" Clarke barks at them, her eyebrows scrunched up.
"Hold up," Raven cuts in, "We don't have to talk to the Ark. We just have to let them know we're down here, right?"
"Yeah," Finn begins, "But how do we do that with no radio?" She only smiles in reply.
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As much as she hates it, she finds herself doing the task Raven put her up to. She ignores the yells of the girl as she barks orders at the others, and occasionally sending a few harsh words with them. She lets out a heavy sigh, struggling to get one of the bolts off.
Her eyes roll as Alec approaches her. He doesn't have an apologetic look on his face, but an angry one. "How could you do that? Why didn't you stop him?"
"I don't want to talk about this right now," she grits through clenched teeth, her knuckles hitting the ship as the wrench she holds flies off the bolt. "Damn it."
"No, you can't just push this off, too!" He shouts, his eyebrows scrunched as he looks down at her. "Do you not understand what you did?"
"No, Alec, I do," Zarah cuts in, dropping her hands to her sides as she glares back at him. "But I don't care because whatever happens up there doesn't affect me."
"What the hell happened to you in the skybox? You're so clouded by your selfishness that you don't even realize that it does affect you," Alec tells her, not noticing the wince she shows when the skybox is mentioned. "Do you not realize that Anthony is up there? Your dad?"
"I realize it, but again, I don't care! I don't have a reason to care! The only people I care about are down here, and that's you and me," she truthfully says to him. No matter how angry she gets at him, she can never bring herself to hate him.
"I can give you a reason to care. If these flares don't work and Anthony dies, then you're dead to me," he warns her through a clenched jaw. He turns to walk away, but he stops and looks back at her. "Oh, and don't forget that Arzaylea is up there, too."
When he's out of sight, she turns back to the bolts with a frown and blurry eyes. She goes to return to the bolts, but a voice shouts, "Hey! I said gently. Do you want us all to blow up?"
Her jaw clenches in anger. She looks at the mechanic and shoves the wrench her way. "Do it yourself then."
