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I had been lost to you, sunlight, and flew like a moth to you.
— Sunlight, Hozier
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━━━━━━ September 27, 2149
BELLAMY WAS QUICK TO change his shock to resolve. Moving from rudimentary weapons to assault rifles could change the tide of their survival. They had taken the leap from children trying to survive to people who would do whatever it takes to live.
⠀⠀⠀He hung a target on the far wall for them to practice with and walked back to the pair.
⠀⠀⠀"This changes everything. No more running from spears," Bellamy claimed. He stood in front of Casey, looking down at her, raising his brows in amusement. "Ready to be a badass, Sunshine?"
⠀⠀⠀"You're talking like I'm not already," Casey teased. The fine line between being angry over everything he'd done and accepting she'd have to live with everyone (including him and Clarke) for the rest of her life. What he had done to Lincoln was done, and while she didn't agree with the methods, she wasn't so sure a different Grounder wouldn't have done the same.
⠀⠀⠀"Look," Clarke called attention back to herself as she held a gun in her hand. "I'm not gonna fight you on bringing guns back to camp. I know we need them, but don't expect me to like it."
