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THE NEXT DAY WAS NICE. Falo understood why Clarke, Raven, and Lexa all did what they had to. Sacrifice was the price of war. It always would be.
Falo stood on the rock beside Lexa, looking through the eager crowd as Lexa handed her the horn, so she would blow it, which she did.
As soon as she did, everyone cheered.
"To war!" Lexa screamed, throwing her hand in the direction of the Moutain.
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FALO WAS EXCITED, she was going to save her brother who was trapped inside. But most of all, she was excitex to kill, she thirsted for blood and killing, so she wanted to get to the Mountain very soon.
Falo walked alongside Indra, the pair both quiet as they were looking for Clarke for the commander.
Looking off to her right, she saw Octavia and Clarke got into a heated argument all of a sudden.
Indra and her walked up to them, telling Clarke Lexa needed her immediately in her tent.
Clarke sighed and looked away from Octavia, leaving them to go talk to Lexa when she was told to do so.
Falo looked at her gloved hand, remembering the tattoo she had on there from her brother.
"What was that about?" Indra asked, confused. Falo looked over at Octavia, waiting for the answer she'd give.
"Clarke's trying to reassign me to the rear guard." Octavia answered.
"You're a warrior, you'll be in the mines with me," she assured the girl. Falo and Indra exchanged glances, knowing what Octavia was mad about. "I know what bothers you, they knew about the missiles." Indra said.
Octavia stepped closer to them. "How can you guys not hate them?" Octavia asked, shifting her attention to only Indra. "That missile almost killed you."
"They didn't do anything, the enemy did and you need to realize that." Indra sighed.
"That's wrong." Octavia claimed.
"That's war." Falo spoke up.
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FALO stood beside Lexa as Clarke's people used a drill to get the army through the door to the Mountain Men's lair. She watched in anticipation, not being able to contain her excitement too well, but she was trying to really hard.
