Making Sure You Don't Die

OCTAVIA: (In disbelief) Bellamy? (She starts to plead with him, beginning to cry.) You have to help him. Please. You have to help him. Please.

(She breaks off into tears. She leans her head back down onto Ilian’s forehead. Distantly she hears Bellamy radioing their location to Clarke and Kane saying they need a medical team quickly. Bellamy comes over when he’s done and touches Octavia’s shoulder in comfort.)

BELLAMY: What happened, O?

OCTAVIA: (Trying to calm down enough to tell him.) He… He saved me. Fio threw his sword and he pushed me out of the way. You gotta help him, Bell.

BELLAMY: He’s going to be fine.

(They hear people approaching from outside the alley. Kane and some others come in carrying a makeshift stretcher. Bellamy tries to guide Octavia to her feet so that they can place him on the stretcher. She watches as the gently pick him up and begin to carry him away quickly. She tries to sprint after them, but Bellamy holds her back.)

OCTAVIA: No! I have to be with him! I can’t leave him!

BELLAMY: There’s nothing you can do, O. Clarke will take care of him.

(Bellamy has his arms wrapped around her torso as she tries to shake out of his grip.)

OCTAVIA: NO! I can’t leave him! It’s my fault he’s like this. (She begins to break down crying again.) It’s all my fault. It’s my fault.

(Octavia stops fighting Bellamy’s hold. Bellamy turns her in his arms and hugs her tightly. She grips onto his shirt in vice like fists. She sobs into his chest.)

OCTAVIA: It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault. (She chokes back huge sob.) It was my fault. He’s dead because of me. It’s my fault he’s dead.

(Bellamy begins to realize that she’s no longer talking about Ilian. He just holds her tighter and places his head on top of hers. He places one of his hands on the back on her head and strokes it soothingly.)

OCTAVIA: (Incoherently murmuring) It was my fault. It was my fault.

BELLAMY: It’s not your fault, O. He chose to go back. It was his decision.

OCTAVIA: I couldn’t save him.

BELLAMY: There was nothing you could’ve done.

(Instead of answering Octavia just grabs on tighter to Bellamy. They stay there holding each other for a few minutes. Octavia accepting the comforting embrace that only Bellamy can provide. He knows she doesn’t believe his words, but he allows her the chance to purge the guilt she’s been carrying since Lincoln’s death.)

(Bellamy watches Octavia sleeping on the floor right outside of the room where Ilian’s currently being operated on. They didn’t let her in the room for fear that she’d start a scene. Her face is still slightly tear stained from earlier. When they got back to the tower she walked right to the door and tried to go in but she was stopped from entering. So she sat down right beside the door and waited. That was 2 hours ago. About an hour into it she fell asleep.)

(Bellamy can’t find the reason why Octavia is suddenly so attached to the grounder. Last he saw her she hated the boy. Now she’s crying over him. It doesn’t make any sense. What happened while she was away? Bellamy thinks about the relief he felt when he saw Octavia. He didn’t know if she found shelter from the black rain or not. He’s glad she did.)

(He continues watching her when suddenly the door opens and Clarke walks out. She looks exhausted. She bends down and gently nudges Octavia awake. Octavia looks up at her with blurry eyes.)

CLARKE: You can go sit by him now.

(Octavia quickly gets up and walks into the room not even shutting the door behind her. Bellamy watches as she sits down in a chair right beside the bed that Ilian’s laying on. She grabs his hand and just looks at him.)

(Clarke continues walking over to Bellamy. One look at her face tells him everything that happened in that room. Clarke sits down beside him and leans her elbows on the table. She rubs her head as if she has a headache.)

BELLAMY: Are you gunna tell her?

CLARKE: (Rubbing the bridge of her nose.) Tell her what? That his heart stopped twice? No. She doesn’t need to know that.

BELLAMY: But he’ll be alright?

CLARKE: Yeah. He’s gunna be just fine. He just lost a lot of blood and went into shock. But with rest he’ll be fine.

BELLAMY: He doesn’t exactly have time to rest.

CLARKE: None of us do.

(A moment of silence passes between them. Bellamy looks back in the room at Octavia.)

BELLAMY: I don’t get it, Clarke. Kane told me what happened. She had a gun to his head not 4 days ago. Now she’s… (He points his hand towards the room.)

CLARKE: Well you threatened to chop my arm off, and look at us.

BELLAMY: (Correcting her) It was your hand, not your arm… and that isn’t the same thing. I didn’t actually do it.

CLARKE: Neither did she.

(Bellamy just shakes his head.)

CLARKE: They have been together the past few days. Who knows what they talked about? Clearly they worked through some stuff.

BELLAMY: It’s what they “worked” on that bothers me.

CLARKE: Oh, Bellamy.

BELLAMY: (Getting defensive) What? He’s not a good guy, Clarke. He burned down our home. Our chance of survival.

CLARKE: Oh, the Ark wasn’t a great solution and you know it. And you and I know better than anybody that the things you do don’t always reflect who you are. (Bellamy looks away somewhat ashamed but still angry. Clarke has a realization.) Ohhh. I get it now.

BELLAMY: (Turning to her agitated) Get what?

CLARKE: This has nothing to do with his actions. It’s because of what he is.

BELLAMY: What do you mean, Clarke?

CLARKE: You don’t like him because he’s a boy. A boy who just so happens to be in love with your little sister. And you’re becoming Protective Big Brother Bellamy again.

BELLAMY: (Denying it.) That’s ridiculous.

CLARKE: It’s not.

BELLAMY: (Snapping) I will always be her big brother, and I will always try to protect her. I can’t just stop being that guy.

CLARKE: (Staying completely calm.) No one’s asking you to. But Ilian is not a bad guy. In fact, if it weren’t for him, Octavia would be dead. He saved her life and almost died as a consequence. If anything, you should thank him. He protected her when you couldn’t.

BELLAMY: (Almost desperately) She’s my baby sister, Clarke.

CLARKE: And she always will be. But she’s not a baby anymore, Bellamy.

BELLAMY: …I know. It’s just hard letting go.

CLARKE: I know.

(Clarke wraps her arm around Bellamy and leans her head on his shoulder. He leans his head on top of hers.)

(Meanwhile, Octavia is sitting beside Ilian’s bed holding his hand. She’s watching him sleep. She brings his hand up to her lips and presses it against them. She thinks about how she almost lost the boy with the sheep. The one person to really see her. Who accepts her for who she is with no expectations.)

OCTAVIA: (Whispering with tears forming in her eyes.) You have to wake up. I can’t do this without you. You have to wake up. You can’t leave me too. I need you.

(Octavia places his hand back onto the bed but keeps it in hers. She rests her head down beside his hand. Her neck and back are straining from the angle, but she doesn’t seem to notice or care.)

OCTAVIA: (Pleading) Please wake up.

(The voice shuts off. Octavia twists the sword in her hands getting a good grip on it. She flexes her fingers and gets in ready position. She notices Fio doing the same and sees the feral look in his eyes. It makes her instantly weary.)

(Another horn blows and Octavia takes off running through the streets. She needs to find where all the other champions were. As soon as she turns the corner she runs into the champion from Broadleaf. He charges at Octavia with his ax, swinging at Octavia’s midsection. She leaps back barely escaping its path. Octavia swings her sword towards his arm and makes contact. She tears a line straight through the flesh of his upper bicep. The slice forces him to drop his ax and grab his arm. Without another thought she takes off running again. 1 down, 11 to go.)

(Octavia runs down the street nearly colliding with Blue Cliff champion. She’s a fierce looking warrior who’s holding a machete. The warrior swings her sword straight at Octavia’s head. Octavia ducks just in the knick of time and rolls to the side. She comes to her knees and juts her sword out slicing the girl’s calf. She other girl goes down on one knee screaming out in pain. Octavia gets up from her crouched position and turns to leave.)

(As she’s running she has no clue how many champions are still in the fight. She turns left through the streets and spots the champion from Floukru. He's a real brute of a man. Huge in stature and width. Even with his looks, Octavia thinks this will be easy. Floukru are a peaceful clan. He sees Octavia and barrels over to her waving his flail in a circle above his head in order to pick up momentum. Maybe this won't be such an easy victory. Octavia throws up her sword at the same time he brings his flail down. The chain of the flail wraps around Octavia's sword and locks around it. He propels his weapon upwards ripping the sword out of Octavia's hands and throwing it to the ground. The Floukru champion then turn to the side and elbows Octavia in the stomach. She staggers to the side before righting herself. Once she stands back up straight, he backhands her across the face knocking her to the ground. She's disoriented for a moment then hears the whooshing of the flail against the air. At the last moment she rolls to the side and sees the flail come crashing down to the ground where she just was. She claws her way to her feet and races to get her sword. When she reaches it she turns in a quick circle catching the other champion's stomach with the tip of her blade; slicing his shirt along with his torso. He stumbles forward, dropping his flail. Octavia's sure she'll have a bruise on her face tomorrow. She takes one last look at the Floukru champion, who's holding his stomach, then takes off running again.)

(Octavia reaches the main square of the town and sees Roan engaged in a fierce fight with Fio. She watches as Fio takes a knife from his side and plunges it into Roan’s shoulder. Roan screams upon the impact. Fio rips it from his flesh and Roan goes down, grabbing at his shoulder. Fio turns to see Octavia looking at him. He runs off. Before she has time to react the crash of lightning startles her. Octavia looks up at the gray sky. The thunder that follows is ominously loud.)

OCTAVIA: (Whispers) Black rain.  

(In a sated panic Octavia runs to try to find some kind of shelter. She finds a dark covered alleyway. Once beneath she leans against the wall to catch her breath. She can hear the rumbling of thunder, and then a strong downpour of rain. A flash of lightning illuminates the alley for just a moment before becoming dark again. She’s lucky she got to shelter when she did.)

(All of a sudden she hears a clang down the alley; like the sound of metal hitting metal. Cautiously she holds up her sword and proceeds down the alley. She can’t see much besides shadows. Out of nowhere a torch bursts to life. She swings her sword and a person ducks and yells. The person comes back up from the ground, and in the torchlight she sees that it’s Ilian.)

OCTAVIA: (In complete disbelief) ILIAN?!?

(He just stands there staring at her. She scans him up and down making sure he’s real. When she comes back to his face she sees a bruise on his cheek and a busted lip that weren't there a few days ago.)

OCTAVIA: (In a rush) What’re you doing here? What happened to you?

(Before he can answer Octavia’s eyes shift to the dog tag around his neck reflecting the light from the flame. It bears the Trishanakru symbol. She realizes why he’s here now.)

OCTAVIA: You’re Trishanakru’s champion.

(She means for it to be a question, but it comes out as a statement. When he doesn’t answer she knows she right. He continues looking at her with an ashamed expression. Octavia just shakes her head not wanting to believe it. They stare at each other for a few moments.)

(Octavia looks down at the sword in his hand, then down at hers. She slowly brings hers up in front if her face and holds it in fighting position.)

OCTAVIA: (She swallows thickly) You know what we have to do.

(Ilian just stands there holding his sword loosely at his side. Octavia starts to get agitated at his unresponsiveness.)

OCTAVIA: Fight me.

(Ilian continues to do nothing but stare at her.)

OCTAVIA: (Getting more intense. Enunciating each word.) Fight. Me.

(All Ilian does is shake his head.)

OCTAVIA: Fight me!

ILIAN: (Finally saying something.) I won’t fight you, O.

(Him calling her O breaks her facade. She becomes filled with emotion and anger.)

OCTAVIA: FIGHT ME! FIGHT ME, YOU COWARD!

ILIAN: No.

OCTAVIA: WHY NOT?

ILIAN: You know why.

(Tears are beginning to form in the corners of Octavia’s eyes.)

OCTAVIA: No. I don’t.

ILIAN: (Seeing through her lie, like always.) Yes you do.

OCTAVIA: (Shaking her head, refusing the fact.) No. No. NO!

(Octavia, in complete denial, becomes blind with rage. She takes her sword and swings it at Ilian. Ilian drops the torch and brings his sword up to meet hers. Their swords slide together in a clang that rings through the alley. Stuck in the lock, Octavia brings up her foot up and kicks Ilian to the floor. Once on the ground, Octavia stands above Ilian holding her sword right above his throat. They’re both breathing hard with adrenaline.)

ILIAN: (After a moment of staring at each other.) Just do it. Do it, and save Skaikru. It’s just one little knick. Just enough to draw blood.

(His words get to her. Tears reform in her eyes.)

ILIAN: Get it over with.

(Octavia gasps, remembering that those were the exact words he used when she held the gun to his head not a week ago. Tears spill over her eyes. Her bottom lip starts to tremble. She begins to think of what she’s doing. She’s holding a sword to his neck. He’s telling her to make him bleed. She begins to cry and her hand starts to shake. Octavia slowly realizes that she can’t do it. She can’t harm the boy with the sheep. The boy who sees through her facade. Who doesn’t see her as a murderer.)

(Octavia drops her sword beside him and backs away. Ilian is shocked. He slowly sits up and stares at her. She’s still crying. All he wants is to take her in his arms and hold her. Just like he did that last night at his farm. Octavia just stands there crying and gazing at him in realization and shock.)

(From behind Octavia, Ilian sees a shadow pass by quickly. He sees the reflection of light on steel and realizes he has less than half a second to react.)

ILIAN: OCTAVIA, MOVE!

(He gets to his feet and runs to Octavia knocking her out of the way. He’s jolted when he feels the blade fly through his torso. A few inches higher and it would be in his heart. He stumbles back, shocked. He looks down and sees the hilt sticking out from his stomach. Ilian shakily looks back up. He falls to his knees and gasps. He grabs the hilt, shuddering in pain.)

(Octavia is disoriented from Ilian pushing her to the ground. She looks up with bleary eyes and sees Ilian kneeling there with a sword through his midsection.)

OCTAVIA: (Gaining her senses back.) NO!

(She gets up and runs over to him only to be tackled by Fio. They tussle, Fio pinning her to the ground, holding one of his daggers to her throat. She tries to hold his hand back, but he gets close enough to nick her skin. She knees his stomach and throws him off of her. She turns around onto her stomach and stumbles to her feet to collect her sword. She runs over and grabs it. She sees Fio trying to get up. Anger filling her body for what he did to Ilian, she attacks him, knocking him back to the ground. Octavia holds him to the ground with her knee on his chest. She throws her sword up in the air to change her grip. When she catches it, she plunges it into Fio’s heart. Sneering down at Fio, she rips the sword out of his body and throws it to the side. The last little bit of life burbles out of him, then extinguishes.)

(Octavia gets up from Fio, breathing hard. She hears Ilian gasp in pain. She looks over to see that he pulled the sword from his stomach. Octavia watches as it falls from his hands. She runs over to him and drops to the ground. She places her hands on the wound trying to staunch the blood flow.)

OCTAVIA: (In an attempt at comfort, even though she’s panicking.) You’re gunna be fine. You’re gunna be fine.

(Ilian looks at her trembling then starts to fall to the ground. Octavia catches him and tries to lower him to the ground as gently as she can.)

(She lays his head in her lap and continues to put pressure against his wound. She starts to cry.)

OCTAVIA: You’re gunna be fine. (She gasps with sobs.) You’re… you’re gunna be just fine.

ILIAN: (Weakening) Whatdya know? I guess I was here to save your life after all.

OCTAVIA: (Chokes out a half laugh, half sob.) You stupid idiot.

(She takes one bloody hand and pushes the hair back from his face. Ilian takes his trembling hand and brushes her lips with his fingers.)

ILIAN: (Beginning to lose consciousness. Whispering) O…

OCTAVIA: (Adamant. Shaking her head forcefully.) No. You're not doing that. You're not saying goodbye.

(Ilian's eyelids flutter looking at Octavia one last time and then shut. The hand that was touching her lips falls to the ground.)

OCTAVIA: NO! Ilian you have to stay awake. You have to stay awake! Ilian! ILIAN, WAKE UP!

(Octavia shakes him desperately trying to rouse him. It doesn’t work. He’s passed out in her lap and rapidly losing blood.)

(Octavia looks around the alley. There’s no one.)

OCTAVIA: HELP! HELP! HE NEEDS HELP!

(No one responds.)

OCTAVIA: (Sobbing.) Help. Please. Help.

(She leans her forehead down onto his. Her tears trip onto his eyelids.)

OCTAVIA: (Rolling her eyes.) Where is everyone? Where’s Kane? Bellamy?

JASPER: In Polis.

OCTAVIA: Polis? Why? It’s not safe for Skaikru.

JASPER: Something about a conclave. Wasn’t really paying attention.

OCTAVIA: (Her eyes get wide. Practically shouting) A conclave? Why’s there a conclave?

JASPER: Again, really wasn’t paying attention.

(Octavia quickly turns to leave the hanger. She needs to get to Polis.)

OCTAVIA: (Sarcastically) Thanks for the help.

JASPER: (Calling to her) No problem! Happy to help!

(Octavia reaches Helios and unties him. She climbs on top of him and kicks him into a run. She exits the gates of Arkadia bound for Polis as fast as she can.)

(It’s been a few hours since Octavia left. Ilian is outside feeding the sheep mindlessly. He looks at Sanch and a smile grows on his face, thinking of Octavia. All of a sudden he hears something. It sounded like the door to his home shutting. Maybe Octavia came back. No, that’s a silly idea. She’d be long on her way back to Arkadia by now. Curious, Ilian puts the bucket of ground corn down. He picks up the shears that are beside the pen and hesitantly walks towards the house.)

(Ilian opens the door slowly and looks around the room for intruders. With vigilance he steps into the house and closes the door. He hears something crash to the floor in the bedroom.)

(He walks across the room, now holding up the shears in a guarded stance. He pushes the door open, but doesn’t step into the room. There’s no one in there. His eyes narrow, now suspicious about what’s happening. He turns around and bam! He gets punched right across the jaw. Ilian falls to the floor, disoriented. He looks up at his attacker. There are two of them. Azgeda. He’s confused as to why they’re at his farm in the first place. Before he can voice his question one of the intruders kicks him in the face knocking him unconscious.)

(Octavia rides into Polis and is thrown by the amount of people in the square. Every clan is there; all with their sigils high in the air. She knows she has to find Skaikru and figure out what the hell is going on.)

(She reaches the Polis tower and climbs off of Helios. She ties him to a post and walks inside. Once inside she spots Clarke.)

OCTAVIA: (Walking up to her) Clarke?

CLARKE: (In disbelief) Octavia? Where have you been? Kane’s been worried sick. Bellamy wasn’t sure if you were dead or alive.

OCTAVIA: (Thinking about her stay with Ilian) I’ve been…safe. That doesn’t matter though. What the hell is going on, Clarke? What’s this conclave? Who’d you piss off this time?

CLARKE: (Snapping) I didn’t piss off anyone. (Looking around at all the people.) Come with me. (She grabs Octavia’s hand and leads her away.)

(They head into one of the side rooms on the bottom floor of the tower.)

OCTAVIA: (Ripping her arm out of Clarke’s grip.) Clarke, what’s going on?

CLARKE: Kane and Jaha found a bunker. One that will actually work this time.

OCTAVIA: Then that’s good right? (Clarke nods.) That doesn’t explain the conclave though.

CLARKE: While the bunker will hold more people than the Ark would’ve, it still won’t save everyone. Roan called a conclave to decide how many people from each clan will stay in the bunker. Each clan is to put forth a champion to fight for them.

(Octavia takes a moment to take it all in. She’s been bombarded with so much information she has to take a minute to process it all.)

CLARKE: And Octavia; there’s one more thing. (Octavia looks to her in a daze. Clarke is hesitant with her next statement.) We only have seven days left.

(That piece of information hits her with great force. Her mind wanders to Ilian. He only has seven days until Praimfaya blasts through his farm destroying everything and everyone in its path. She should’ve tried harder to convince him to come with her. Now it’ll be her fault he dies in seven days.)

CLARKE: Will you do it? Will you be Skaikru’s champion and fight in the conclave?

(Octavia had just finished setting up Helios for the ride back to Arkadia. She pets his mane in deep thought. Ilian walks over to her with something in his hands. Octavia turns to look at him. He hands her the wool blanket from the bed.)

ILIAN: Here. Take it. It’s yours now.

(Octavia gives him a questioning look, but takes the blanket silently. She opens up the saddlebag on Helios and places it inside. She looks back up at Ilian. They stare at each other for a few moments. Octavia then blinks and gets up on Helios. She gets comfortable and turns to Ilian.)

OCTAVIA: You sure you won’t come with me?

ILIAN: I’m sure.

OCTAVIA: You’ll die. You won’t survive Praimfaya here.

ILIAN: Maybe that’s fitting. To die on the same farm my family did. To die with my sheep.

OCTAVIA: (Looking concerned) It won’t be pretty. It’ll burn a hundred times worse than the black rain did.

ILIAN: I don’t deserve a painless death.

(Octavia looks troubled at the thought of Ilian dying painfully with radiation burns all over him, and the fact that he believes he doesn’t deserve to live.)

OCTAVIA: (Trying a last attempt.) I really can’t convince you?

(Ilian just looks at Octavia and shakes his head. Octavia nods her head and looks down, defeated. She looks back up at him.)

OCTAVIA: Then may we meet again.

(Ilian, knowing that it’s highly unlikely they will just gives a stiff nod. Octavia looks at him a moment longer then turns Helios and begins to leave. Ilian watches her go. After a moment he thinks of something.)

ILIAN: OCTAVIA!

(Octavia stops Helios and turns around to face Ilian.)

ILIAN: Stay safe. (He pauses. Only half joking.) I won’t be there to save your life again.

(Octavia lets out a small laugh and rolls her eyes.)

OCTAVIA: I will… Not that I need you to protect me.

(Ilian gives a small smile at her sass.)

OCTAVIA: You too.

(A moment settles between the two; both knowing that Ilian wouldn’t be able to stay safe with the radiation on its way. The air suddenly becomes tense with the thought of impending doom.)

OCTAVIA: Eat Sanch for me.

(Ilian gives a little huff of laughter.)

ILIAN: Will do. (He becomes somber.) Leidon, Oktevia kom Skaikru.

OCTAVIA: Leidon.

OCTAVIA: Good. Because I'm not going back. They don't need me. They don't want me. All they see when they look at me is a murderer.

(Octavia gets up on her knees and scoots over to Ilian. She straddles his lap and looks into his eyes.)

OCTAVIA: You don't.

ILIAN: (Stroking the hair away from her face. Quietly) No. I don't.

(Octavia takes his head in both her hands and kisses him. Their kiss gets more intense. Octavia sweeps her tongue across Ilian's lips. He opens them and brushes his tongue against hers.)

(Octavia pulls back for a breath and leans her forehead against Ilian's.)

ILIAN: (Whispers breathily.) O.

(Octavia leans back as if burnt. She looks at him with furrowed brows. Only Bellamy calls her O.)

OCTAVIA: What did you call me?

ILIAN: (Suddenly cautious.) O... (Slight pause) Should I not have?

(Octavia shakes her head slightly to clear it.)

OCTAVIA: (Still somewhat startled) No. No, it's fine. You can call me O if you want.

(Ilian nods. They stare at each other for a moment. Octavia's brows unfurl as her gaze softens. She glances down at his lips then back up to his eyes. Octavia leans into kiss him gently. Ilian leans up into the kiss deepening it. He brings his hands up to her cheeks. A moment later he feels something wet hit his hand. He leans back and notices the tears streaming down. Octavia's looking down with her face still in his hands. A large sob racks her body.)

ILIAN: (Tenderly) Oh, O.

(Octavia begins to cry harder. Ilian shifts her in his arms so she's no longer straddling his lap. He holds her tight as she cries. She buries her face into the crook of his neck.Octavia grabs the front of his shirt and holds on tight; almost like an anchor to reality. Ilian whispers soothing words in Trigedasleng. Octavia continues to cry. A few minutes go by.)

OCTAVIA: (Muffled by Ilian's neck) He thinks I hate him.

ILIAN: Who?

OCTAVIA: (Choking out a sob) Bellamy. I... I don't hate him. (She sniffles.) I told him I want him dead.

ILIAN: He knows you don't.

OCTAVIA: No he doesn't. (She breaks off crying again.) I beat him up. He was chained to a rock and I beat him up... I beat my brother up. All he's ever done is love me and try to protect me, and I beat him up.

ILIAN: (Takes her face in both of his face and makes her look at him.) You're not a bad person, Octavia.

OCTAVIA: (Beginning to calm down from crying.) Yes I am. You, of all people, should know that. I tried to kill you.

ILIAN: But you didn't.

(Octavia gets quiet. She realizes that he will refute any argument she makes. She doesn't believe him, but she stops arguing. Octavia lays her head on Ilian's chest. Her eyes are tired from crying so she closes them. Ilian readjusts Octavia in his arms but doesn't loosen his hold. They sit there listening to the crackle of the fire. After a while Ilian looks down and notices Octavia has fallen asleep. He looks at her tenderly. He places her body on the ground and gets up from the floor. He shakes his legs out after having Octavia on his lap for the past hour. Ilian bends down and takes Octavia into his arms. He walks across the house into the bedroom and places Octavia gently on the bed as to not wake her. He places the wool blanket on top of her and gives her a light kiss on the forehead. Ilian then turns to walk out of the room.)

OCTAVIA: (Quietly) Stay... please.

(Ilian turns back around to face Octavia. She's looking up at him through hooded eyes. He nods and hesitantly walks to the other side of the bed. Ilian lifts up the blanket and gets under. Octavia shuffles over to him and lays her head on his shoulder. She places her hand on his chest near his heart. She can feel its steady beating underneath her fingers. Ilian places his arm around her and pulls her in close to his side.)

OCTAVIA: I have to go back, don't I?

ILIAN: (After a moment.) Yes.

(Octavia reluctantly accepts the fact and nods against Ilian's chest.)

OCTAVIA: Can we not think of that tonight though?

ILIAN: Whatever you want.

(Octavia, now dressed, and Ilian step out of the house. They walk over to the pen. Ilian goes over to a wooden crate and opens it. He takes the bucket beside it and dips it into the crate and pulls it back up.)

(Meanwhile Octavia’s just staring at the sheep. Ilian walks back over to Octavia with the full bucket.)

OCTAVIA: What is that?

ILIAN: I told you. We grind the corn to feed the sheep.

OCTAVIA: Ah.

ILIAN: (Looks at the sheep then back at Octavia.) Give me your hand.

OCTAVIA: Why?

ILIAN: Do you always have to question everything? Give me your hand.

OCTAVIA: (Raises her hand in the air for him.) And yes, I do have to question everything. (She gives a slight smirk.)

(Ilian rolls his eyes in amusement. He takes her hand and places some ground corn in her palm. He then leads her closer to the pen and holds her hand out for the sheep to eat out of.)

(Octavia jumps as the sheep attack her hand to get to the corn. She begins to laugh as their mouths tickle her palm. When the sheep are done with what’s in her hand Ilian holds up the bucket. Octavia cautiously takes another handful and holds it back out to the sheep. Ilian walks over to the trough and dumps the rest of the bucket into it. The sheep race over.)

(Octavia looks at Ilian as he walks back over to her. He stands next to her and looks at the sheep.)

OCTAVIA: Have you always farmed sheep?

ILIAN: For as long as I can remember. (He takes a slight pause.) My brother and I actually named them when we were little.

OCTAVIA: (Raises an eyebrow.) You named the sheep? (Ilian nods.) Then tell me. What are their names?

ILIAN: You really want to know?

OCTAVIA: (Nods.) Yes. I do.

ILIAN: (Pointing to the sheep individually.) That one’s Tika, over there’s Mako, that’s Wulf.

OCTAVIA: That’s ironic.

ILIAN: And the fat one is Sanch.

OCTAVIA: You named the sheep “Lunch”?

ILIAN: (Coughs out a small laugh. He looks down reminiscing.) That one was my brother. Sanch bit him when he was young. He vowed he’d eat him one day… (He trails off, getting quiet.)

OCTAVIA: (Seeing Ilian becoming sad) Well then we’ll just have to eat him for your brother.

(Ilian turns to Octavia shocked she said something. He cracks a smile then starts to laugh.)