A.N.:Okay so this is part two of the conversation. It's much shorter because the thread endend much earlier than was originally anticipated, but this conclusion of Bex and Cammie's conversation on the roof.

Bex's dark eyes filled with fire as they narrowed at Cammie. Cammie Morgan had been her best friend since she had first started going to school. And now all she could do was be angry with her. Bex didn't know what else to do. She was no longer the one who could tell everyone that it was all good and everything was under control because it wasn't. There was no protocol for a situation like this. This work was dangerous and messy and Bex was doubting herself. Maybe she wasn't good enough for the world of espionage. Maybe she wasn't the prodigy people thought she could be. But she had to at least try.

Bex scowled at Cammie. She had to make everything such a big deal. "We had everything under control, Cam," Bex shouted out. Cammie couldn't just throw everything away. "You're making this so hard for us, Cammie. Stop being irrational about this! You keep blaming yourself for everything and it's not working for you! You can't go through life blaming yourself for everything then just run away!" Bex shook her head. "Is that what this is all about? Your father will be found when he wants to be found! That isn't your fault Cam! Why would you think that!"

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Cammie stared at her long time friend shocked. "If I remember correctly Rebecca, I wasn't the one who said it was my fault. Cammie's eyes blazed and she refused to back down. This was the turning point. All she had to do was let down the walls she had built and go back to being under guard in the academy, but it wasn't that simple. Nothing ever is. If she had learned anything in these last months it's that nothing is simple. It is always complicated.

As she stared at Bex, Cammie began to look deeper into her friend. She saw the self doubt there and the hurt that she herself had caused. This wasn't the same Bex, but then again she wasn't the same Cammie. Everything had changed and there was absolutely no going back. Her eyes softened as did her voice. "Bex. This is my mission. It's something I have to do. My father is out there somewhere I know it. All he's waiting for is someone to come find him and I want that to be me. You know me. You of all people should know that I'm not coming back. Not if that means putting any of you in danger. Zach barely made it out alive and Mr. Solomon may not ever wake up."

Cammie's voice cracked with the last statement. She looked down as tears came to her eyes. "None of this will ever end unless I find my Dad. I can't tell you how Bex, but I know that's what I have to do. Maybe. . . maybe through finding my dad I can find something that will take down the circle forever." Cammie sprinted forward and caught her friend in a swift hug before sprinting to the roof stairs. She thought she managed quite well for still being in a dress and heals. She looked back over her shoulder."I have to go. I've already stayed to long. Tell them all I love them."

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Bex swore, loudly at that. She couldn't stand not being able to fix this. It felt like she was being trapped and not being able to break free and save the ones she loved. Bex loathed the Circle more and more with every breath she took. She didn't know what to do anymore.

Bex stood motionless as Cammie hugged her. She was sick and tired of her best friend always running away from her. It was agonizing and unbearable. Bex bit her tongue from saying anything she would regret. After all, in the spy word you never knew when it would be the last time you saw someone.

Bex sighed. "You win this time, hon," she said quietly. She didn't care if Cammie heard her or not. Obviously her word meant nothing to her best friend anymore. "You can't take these people out on your own," Bex stated. "You'll need help." Bex was at the end of her rope. She needed someone, anyone.

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Cammie's head was currently a swirling vortex of mixed thoughts and emotions. Each one was strong in itself was the strongest was sadness. She knew that leaving like she had had destroyed for closest friends, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing that could have been done differently if Cammie were to have survived this long. She couldn't count the number of times death had come close, but if anyone else would have been with her it would have been death's victory. Worst of all however was that Bex believed that Cammie didn't care and that she had just left turned into some uncaring fish.

It was the exact opposite. Everything. All of this was tearing her apart. She couldn't do anything about it though. The only thing to do was let go of the emotions and let go and fall into the blackness that came with the sweet release of her personality. It was so easy now to just let go. Cammie barely seemed to hear Bex's remarks. She took one step down the stairs the process of letting go already starting. "I won't be alone Bex. I never am. I'm surrounded by all my memories of you, of Liz, of Macey, and of Solomon and my mom." Cammie's voice gave one last crack. I'll have all the help I need right here in my head." With that Cammie took the steps two at a time down the bottom and took off into the night.