There’s still a ringing in his ears from the blasts of bullets that had been fired from the guns that surrounded him. He takes a deep breath, trying his best to steady himself as he works through the word Wanheda. Who could they have meant? He had learned the language from Octavia and parts from Lincoln but that word was even without meaning to his own sister. His gaze  rests on her then, nodding. “Get him back as soon as possible. Take one of their horses.” He continues his orders for the others before he pauses then, a moment of time with no one but his sister. “Take care of them, O.”

    GOODBYES were always the hardest & he found that he didn’t want to leave her, but he had to. he had done his best to ready bellamy so that he may find the skills to survive & abby doesn’t listen to his warnings. they will be on the BRINK of war if this keeps up. he knows this and & he’s sure octavia knows this. but he tells himself he needs a moment longer just to be with her, to remember her like this. his lips find hers, in a moment of passion & bittersweet longing because he knows what’s going to come. he knows she might be angry with her, but it was for their people & survival. lincoln will cross that line even if it means SIDING with them. they were BRUTAL & their territory was off limits to the sky people. true, he was seen as traitor he knew the lands better than the rest.

There’s a quick pause at the question, a smirk trailing corners of worn lipsat the thought. “Lincoln. Atom was but we all know how that ended. I’d sayJasper but I’d rather watch my sister get with Monty before that. Miller. He’son there too.”

“We’re drinking hot beer in a house that already reeked of cigarette smoke, we’ve got no groceries because the store was closed and the radio is only picking hottest hillbilly hits from the seventies. Real fun.”

“Come on, O! It’s the fourth! Let’s blow some stuff up!”