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I love you more than the world can contain in its lonely and ramshackle head. There's only a shadow of me in a matter of speaking I'm dead.
— John My Beloved, Sufjan Stevens
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━━━━━━ October 7, 2149
THE ARK HAD DONE as promised. They sent a group of the Guard down to Earth to protect the children from an oncoming war they couldn't win. Casey and Octavia had just settled down to eat dinner when the Exodus ship crashed and landed in the mountains, a mushroom cloud marking its landing. Clarke and Bellamy went with a team to check the area for survivors.
⠀⠀⠀That had been several hours ago, and they hadn't come back.
⠀⠀⠀There wasn't much else either of the girls could do at the moment. They had to trust their people would return, and in the meantime, they ate their dinner and talked about life on the Ark. Octavia didn't like talking about the Ark much, having been stuck in a box her entire life, but she had a childlike wonder about what it was like to be free to live on it.
⠀⠀⠀"No one understands having a sibling," Octavia sighed, pressing her hand against her jaw. She glanced up at Casey, both a little wary and teasing, as she said, "Except you."
