[ Would Octavia ever understand? They were alike, the pair of them; forgiveness was a challenge, and what Bellamy had done was a sin beyond any they'd weathered. He remembers Clarke's face, bewildered and accusing as she'd snapped, You let Pike ruin everything. He hadn't believed her then, but the thought had gained traction in the wake of Lincoln's death. He couldn't tell if it was the right thing. He'd thought it was, but maybe he'd been wrong. ]
What's a sin-eater?
[ To avoid the question of what was right for his people, what Clarke and Octavia would and would not have understood. Maybe it shouldn't matter. He'd never see them again. There would be no family but this one, the brood whose thoughts and emotions bleed unwelcomed into his own. Bellamy sighs, lips parting, unable to close himself from the comfort of the Darkling's mind even as he names it an interloper. ]
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What's a sin-eater?
[ To avoid the question of what was right for his people, what Clarke and Octavia would and would not have understood. Maybe it shouldn't matter. He'd never see them again. There would be no family but this one, the brood whose thoughts and emotions bleed unwelcomed into his own. Bellamy sighs, lips parting, unable to close himself from the comfort of the Darkling's mind even as he names it an interloper. ]