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Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean... And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth. I want to be me, is that not allowed?
— Messy, Lola Young
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━━━━━━ June 1, 2150
BELLAMY TRUSTED ECHO AND forty-nine people died because of it. He had stood in the middle of that summit, armed and ready to fight, because the Ice Nation tricked him. The Grounders had tricked him. He should've known better. He should've sensed that something like this would happen after the betrayal at the mountain. He should've listened to Pike.
⠀⠀⠀Only three had made it out alive. Two, for the most part, uninjured... and one still in recovery.
⠀⠀⠀Bellamy waited outside of the Chancellor's office. A meeting was ongoing inside, but concluded a few minutes after he'd arrived. The doors opened, and the council stepped out alongside Pike. He gave Bellamy a stern look before he stormed off. Whatever their conversation had been, it hadn't gone in Pike's favor.
⠀⠀⠀Bellamy stepped inside to find Kane.
⠀⠀⠀"Sir?" he greeted.
⠀⠀⠀Kane turned, his brows screwed together as he looked over at Bellamy with concern. He asked, "Why aren't you at your post?"
