"You just betrayed everybody," I finish.
Alright ya'll; book five is almost done, and it's going to be the finale. Of the series. I have to write the last chapter, and then edit the final four chapters, and I'm done. I will make a whole sentimental speech once we get there, because I'm not very good at long thought out goodbyes.
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4x11. The episode that kills the boy I love more than life. But right now, he stands beside me, head hanging and chest raising with rapid breaths.. He's alive, and not only that, he's also a Nightblood. He's going to be able to survive Praimfaya. He actually will. Jasper will make it.
Despite the other, much more pressing matters, knowing that Jasper is going to survive calms me down. He'll be okay. Jasper will be okay.
I repeat this like a mantra of sorts.. After multiple times saying it, it loses its previous effect, but I continue on nonetheless. The bunker scares me. I fear the events that haven't even yet happened. I don't want to be under the ground for those five years.
My brother's voice breaks me from my thoughts, and I'm pulled back to the present. He's pacing in front of the office desk, glaring at Clarke and Jaha, dark hair tussled and messy. "How could you do this?! There were only four warriors left. Octavia was one of them, she might have won."
"And she might not have," Jaha adds, nonchalant. It's almost like he's just discussing the weather, not the condemnation of thousands of people to their firey deaths. Clarke steps up, meeting Bellamy halfway.
"Bellamy, you're right. She had a chance. But Luna was in the final four as well, which means there was an even better chance of nobody getting into this bunker. Of nobody surviving the end of the human race. Can you guys just understand that?"
"Sure, Clarke," I spit, seething. "I can understand that. What I can't is the fact my sister might be out there, after winning, and we just shut her out of salvation. You did what you think you have to do, just like always! You can't expect us to stay down here not knowing what happened to our sister. Let me out, I'm a Nightblood! I can go out there."
"I can't let you do that," she mutters coolly, not looking me in the eyes. "You know how you reacted to the radiation during the test. Just because you survived doesn't mean you'll be okay. That will wipe out the world."
Jaha backs her up, "We are not opening that door, Miss Blake."
It's Bellamy's turn, and he struts right up to Thelonius. "You- You know what? We must have missed the election that made you Chancellor again, because I sure as hell didn't vote for you."
The metal door creaks open, Abby stepping into the room. Her voice remains as feather soft as always. "I was setting up the infirmary, and I heard people in the corridor. Is it over? Did we win?"
"Ohhh," I laugh bitterly, glaring at Clarke. She flinches under my stare, blue eyes pleading with me. "Do you wanna tell her, or should we? What will it be, blondie? How about you tell your mother about how you betrayed everybody."
"What do you mean?" Abby deflates with concern, narrowing her eyes. She glances between those of us present. "Where's Marcus?"
