xiv. | escaping arkadia

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FALO AND LINCOLN STOOD BESIDE A WOMAN WHO WAS TREATING ANOTHER WOMAN'S LEG, wrapping a piece of her shirt around it.

"Naikou taught yu ena." Lincoln spoke, a small smile playing across his lips.

Falo sadly looked at him, giving him a nod of her head as the woman spoke up.

"Naikou got au jos raun gou."

He did. He did leave before everything went to crap down in Arkadia.

It made Falo sad to think that none of them will ever be able to go back home, back to Polis, TonDC, or any other Trikru village, if they left with Nyko then they wouldn't be here right now.

Lincoln crouched down beside the woman. "Stay yuj."

The woman smiled Lincoln gave the injured woman's shoulder a squeeze, Falo returned the smile to the woman, nodding in agreement.

She turned around and sat down on one of the chairs as Lincoln breezed right past her, walking past Sinclair also, his eyes set on Kane.

Falo closed her eyes and shook her head, zoning out.

Falo shook her head as she looked up to Kane and Lincoln, listening in on their conversation.

"You inspire them." Kane spoke up.

Lincoln softly chuckled, sitting down on the bench beside Kane. "I'm not gonna let you give up either."

The two stared at each other for a moment, Kane nodding with a smile before one of the guards yelled something in the hallway, causing Falo's skin to rise, goosebumps sent up and down her entire body.

Pike, Bellamy, and a couple of other guards walked up to the door. Falo looked at Bellamy, noticing his face was even more messed up now.

"I had more time." Kane whispered, standing himself up.

"I'm not here for you," Pike stated, looking at the grounders, at Lincoln, at Falo, and at Sinclair. "Each of you is guilty of the same crimes as Kane, and as such, you will share the same fate, death."

That sentence had forced Falo to rise up to her feet, her eyes widening, looking at everyone else in the cell.

A woman stood up, putting her hand on my shoulder as she spoke in our language, clearly confused.

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