In which she fights for her people and the love of her life.
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Emori had been lying down on the bed for the past ten minutes, replaying the events that occurred earlier with Bellamy. She didn't know how to feel about anything at the moment. All her mind kept wandering to was Bellamy's soft graze of his lips on hers. It wasn't a kiss and it was still driving her insane. But her mind also kept wandering to Freya and Trikru. She made a promise to never be with anyone the way she was with Freya, and right now the feeling of guilt for breaking that promise was overbearing.
On top of that, she was rejected by her Heda and kicked out of her clan. She was betrayed and forgotten even after serving her whole life, but she wasn't angry or sad she just felt lost. She didn't feel like a Trikru soldier anymore and that frightened her. Who was she to be now?
She wanted to forget about all her worries and problems, but she knew her life would be meaningless if she let Cato and all of Skaikru die because of her actions. She needed to do what was right; she knew that much.
There was a loud knock on her door that snapped Emori out of her thoughts. She sat up wondering who could possibly be knocking on her door right now, but only one person came to mind.
"Come in," she said raspily and cleared her throat afterward. She wasn't surprised when Lincoln walked into the room and looked to Emori with an almost pained and sympathetic smile. Emori watched as he sat down in the chair that was placed in front of the bed by Bellamy.
"I spoke to Bellamy," Lincoln said and waited for Emori to respond in any kind of way. Emori only sighed as she leaned back on the wall and looked away from Lincoln, she hoped that Bellamy hadn't spoken about their almost kiss but she wasn't sure what exactly Lincoln knew, so she wasn't going to answer him at all. "Why" Lincoln asked, that is the only question he truly had about the whole ordeal. Why would she throw her life away when she has so much to fight for? Emori scoffed and looked back at him with a tense look, knowing exactly what Bellamy had told him now.
"You have been the one to continuously pull me back from the cliff's edge for most of my life. I have lived staring down at a bottomless pit since Freya died, and now I'm officially tired. I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of having all this blood on my hands. I have let Freya down in more ways than I count. I have let my parents down" she snapped and paused as she inhaled deeply.
She looked back to the small window in the room, "You eventually have to jump off the cliff Lincoln. And if jumping means saving Cato's life, then I'm doing it" she stated with determination. She did not want him talking her out of anything. Lincoln only shook his head and looked away for a second before he stared back at Emori, who had now moved her gaze up to the ceiling.
"I haven't been pulling you back from the edge Em because you have never been standing on it. You've been hiding behind a mask ever since Freya died. Pushing the people that care about you away or keeping them at a distance. You forced yourself to convey all the anger and resentment you felt after losing her into the Warrior of Blood. But you have not been standing at a cliff's edge, you have been pretending the entire time. So maybe you're not jumping to that bottomless pit, maybe you're walking towards the real cliff's edge" Lincoln stated. "Fight the duel. Stop pretending. Or you will be staring down at that bottomless pit and if that happens you will have truly let Freya and your parents down" Lincoln finalized as he stood up and walked out of the small grey room.
