Only The Brave- The 100

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It had been decided, what was left of the 100 were leaving their camp and heading to the ocean. Margaret felt extremely uneasy, not because they were leaving but because of the looks Clarke, Finn and Bellamy had been sending her. They were standing together just outside of the drop ship in what seemed to be a quite intense conversation, their eyes flickering between Margaret and themselves. Tired of their secrecy, Margaret stopped what she was doing and determinedly marched over to the trio, set on getting some answers.

"What." She said to them, grabbing their attention. "Why do you keep looking at me like that, what's going on?" Becoming even more aggravated when the three shared looks with one another, coming to some sort of mutual agreement. "Let's go inside." Prompted Bellamy, leading the teens into the drop ship. Margaret continued to look between them, waiting for somebody to say something, and it was Clarke to break the silence. "Look Margaret, when Finn and I were with the grounders... Anya she-um... she said there's a chance she'd call off the attack in exchange for you." 

"What? What does that even mean?" The girl asked anxiously, her eyes darting between the people who stood before her. "It doesn't matter, cause' it's not happening, especially if all we're getting is a slight chance of peace." Commented Bellamy agitatedly. "What, no are you kidding? One life instead what... 80? That's not even a question, why are you only telling me this now?"Clarke took another careful step towards her friend. "We didn't want to say anything because we knew you'd react just like this. You're not turning yourself over Margaret they want to kill you! We don't even know for sure if they'll call off the attack!" Though she appreciated Clarke's concern, the brunette couldn't help but disagree.

"I don't think that's your decision to make. If there is any chance at all that I could stop a war, then I'll take it. I mean look at me... I deserve it right. I'm the one who convinced you to let Murphy stay, time and time again I have put this camp in jeopardy so let me do this!" 

"Just drop it Margaret!" Boomed Bellamy, alerting everybody close enough to hear his voice. "It's not happening." Watching the boy walk away, Margaret turned back to see the heavy looks of Clarke and Finn. "If people die, when I could've stopped it then..." Then what? She didn't know what she'd do, go insane? That amount of blood on a persons hands would surely drive anybody mad. "what the hell does that make me?" 

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Though her mood had dropped rather drastically, Margaret was ready to leave, and so were the rest of the delinquents. All were gathered by the front gates, dancing anxiously on their feet, scared to be outside of the walls that had protected them for so long. Turning around, she froze when her eyes landed on Bellamy Blake, putting out their last campfire with a dismal look on his face. Shoving her hands in her pocket, she walked over and stood besides the boy, looking up at him.

"You did good here, Bellamy." 

"18 dead."

"82 alive. You did good." 

The two exchanged a small smile before breaking apart. Bellamy stayed at the back of the group as they left the camp and Margaret stayed in the middle, keeping mostly to herself. 

Most of the delinquents were also silent apart from a few up at the front of the group, but the quite was consuming Margaret whole. She thought about what Clarke had told her earlier, that Margaret could very well stop this war, and though it terrified her that she would have to die to do so, it only seemed like right thing to do. She thought back the bridge when she had interacted with Anya face to face, something about the girls blood that the grounder wanted. Nightblood, she called her.