week two, thursday afternoon

[jettisons]

[Bellamy practically tears his way down to the beach from the oasis, heart in his throat. He's forcing himself to cling to the fact that it's too early for this, that Haru's body didn't disappear, that it doesn't make sense for this to be so different, but that doesn't wipe the image of Raven, throat slit, red bleeding into the rocks, out of his head.

It doesn't matter. He hasn't been this blind with panic since Roan took Clarke, since Octavia was locked out of the bunker. He's almost dizzy with it.]

Raven!

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[jettisons]

[This is horrific, but all Bellamy can do is nod.]

What did you decide at the meeting? Are you pinning it on anyone?

[hydrazine]

[She shakes her head.]

We didn't plan to frame anyone. They said they'd give me a knife, a can of gasoline and a book of matches.

[Yikes.]

[jettisons]

[Great. Good. Don't focus on the details.]

No one's going to find out.

[hydrazine]

[She agrees with that, at least.]

I'll be careful, in case they do a strip search again.

[jettisons]

[Bellamy nods, smoothes his hands down her arms and then lets go.]

This isn't your fault, Raven.

[hydrazine]

...I know. It's their fault.

[Something cold and resolute settles over her expression, the kind of determination he might used to.

She's going to find a way to rid the world of the both of them.]