Flames roared behind Octavia, casting her face into shadows, her forehead darkened with blood taken from the bodies before they were set aflame. "We do not gather tonight to mourn, but to remember that enemies of Wonkru will be met with death. Whether in the arena of running like cowards."
Bellamy's stomach turned as her voice, even and unapologetic, washed over the crowd. This was what Nemesis must look like, Bellamy imagined, bringing down brutal punishment on anyone she deemed guilty. It had become a constant fear in the back of his mind that eventually the blood she wore like a crown would be Echo's, or Clarke's. His eyes drifted to the brown haired child that watched his sister with a reverie he didn't understand, she reminded him of Octavia, back when he protected her from the evil in life, before she became a part of it.
"You are Wonkru," Octavia's storm-blue studied the crowd, "or you are the enemy of Wonkru. Choose."
With that she walked away from the pyre, the crowd parted around her like darkness from a flame. Bellamy fell in step beside her when she reached the edge of the gathering, she didn't spare him a glance though Cooper looked at him with suspicion.
Before she could walk into the ruin she had claimed as her own, Bellamy caught her arm. Cooper's hand twitched towards the knife on her belt. "Do you feel guilty? At all?"
Slowly blue eyes met his, cold, and void of the sparkle they used to hold. "I don't have time to feel guilty," she pulled her arm from his grip. "And neither do you."