The night seemed to drag on forever as I pushed myself to keep working. I'd lost the feeling in my hands hours ago and my eyes stung from exhaustion. I was constantly aware of the impending danger of attack from the grounders and the risk of being outside the camp walls gave me a healthy dose of fear that kept me awake. Many of the others had either given up or swapped out with someone else, leaving as one of the last few determined workers remaining in place. I was relieved when daylight broke but I knew that Bellamy would find me when he was ready to talk about next steps. I assumed that, like me, he wanted to squeeze every last moment of preparation out of camp that he could so I continued planting landmines with bleary eyes.
"Indigo!" I could barely tell where the voice was coming from through my exhaustion. I glanced around, unable to see the source of the voice but it seemed to be far away. "Indigo!" The call came again and I knew that I had definitely heard it this time. I stood up and turned towards camp. McIntyre emerged from the gate and sprinted towards me in a frenzy. "Indigo! It's Murphy, he killed Myles and he's taken Jasper hostage in the dropship! You have to talk to him, he listens to you." She blurted and my stomach flipped as her words washed over me.
All feelings of tiredness dissolved and I was immediately on high alert. I bolted through the minefield without even considering the danger and sprinted into camp. I could hear shouting in the distance and my mind raced through a million scenarios of what could have happened. I was terrified that I may have misjudged Murphy and that my defence of him may have cost Jasper his life. I hoped that I could still reach him but as I turned McIntyre's naive words over in my mind, I expected that any chance of reasoning had long passed as I considered the seriousness of what Murphy had already done.
As the dropship came into view, I was shocked to find that the door was open and I watched in horror as Bellamy strode inside. I willed my body to move faster in a desperate effort to apprehend him but I was already at my limit thanks to the sleep deprivation of the last few days. I witnessed someone tumbling down the ramp and Octavia surged forward to catch them. As soon as she lifted them to their feet, I recognised that it was Jasper in her arms. I realised with a crushing panic that Bellamy had traded himself for Jasper's safety and suddenly Murphy's change in behaviour made a sickening sense. I knew in my gut that he had been biding his time to get to Bellamy this entire time and I felt a rage boiling inside of me as I threw myself at the rapidly closing ramp, bouncing off it with a thud.
"Bellamy!" I screamed and lashed out in attacking the door, before Octavia attempted to pull me away. "Please, please tell me he didn't just hand himself over?" I interrogated in terror as I glanced over my shoulder at Octavia and she nodded back tearfully. "God fucking damn you Murphy! If you even think about harming him I'll tear you apart! You'll be begging for the grounders when I'm done!" I snarled as I pounded at the door and my words came out with a fury that I couldn't control. Octavia and Jasper dragged me backwards and I fought against them, lost to the madness of my anger. I landed on my ass and the impact snapped me out of the desperate behaviour. I panted in an attempt to regain control and instead felt myself descending into panic. I pulled my legs into my chest and my hands wound into my hair, tugging at the roots in stress.
"This is my fault." I wheezed, barely able to get the words out through the manic thoughts that ricochet around in my mind. "I defended Murphy, I protected him, I pushed others to trust him and now I'm going to lose Bellamy to that vile little rat." I felt myself shaking in terror and my eyes filled with tears. Jasper crouched down and put his hands on my shoulders to steady me.
"This isn't your fault Indie, we're gonna get him out of there." He smiled reassuringly at me, despite the obvious nervousness in his eyes.
"Oh, Jasper!" I gasped, gripping him back in a wave of relief. "I'm so sorry, did he hurt you?" I ran my hands over him to check for any visible harm, hardly able to keep up with my back and forth of my emotions.
"Nothing major, considering he wanted to kill me." He smiled and I released him from my worried grip. "Raven has found a loose panel, I think we can get in that way. Bellamy knew about it before he went in, so he's just gotta keep Murphy busy until we can back him up. We'll get him back for you Indie, so don't panic yet." He explained in a calm voice and I startled at this news. I used his steady position to pull myself to my feet.
"I'm coming with you." I stated firmly, wiping my face and searching for any sign of Raven in the immediate area.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He queries as he scanned me sceptically. I could understand his concern but I was driven by an overpowering need to do something.
"Oh I'm sure, I need to get my hands on Murphy." I insisted and I felt my voice drop to a low, dark tone as I spoke. "Let's go." I prompted and Jasper reluctantly led me to the back of the ship where Raven managed to pop off the panel as we approached.
"There you are, no time to waste." Raven called back to us, opening the hatch and crawling in on her front. Jasper crawled alongside her and as the passageway was narrow, I had to wait for them to get all the way inside before there was space for me. The very first moment that I saw an opportunity I threw myself inside and crawled through as rapidly as I could. Once I reached Raven and Jasper, there was enough space to crouch and I scanned the space for a way into the main ship. I could hear Bellamy and Murphy speaking above and my stomach lurched at the arrogant tone in Murphy's voice.
"I'll have to shoot through the floor. I just need to figure out where Murphy is." Jasper whispered, frantically searching for somewhere to aim through. I fell into step with him in my eagerness to stop Murphy. Raven gripped onto Jasper's shoulder to halt him and she nudged me to gain my attention. She indicated up at hydrazine containers above our heads and I sighed in frustration at the sight of them.
"Bad idea." She hissed, tapping on the containers and it was clear from the sloshing sound that they made that they were nearly full. "Holy crap, there's tons of it!" She breathed in an excited manner.
"The engines fired late on the way down." Jasper explained as he scrutinised the containers. He suddenly turned to face Raven, catching on to her excitement. "We can make more bombs!" He gasped and I saw hope glinting in his eyes even in the darkness.
"Can we focus on how you're gonna get me up there to kill that bastard first?" I hissed, drawing both of their attention with my exasperation. Although I was glad that we'd found something useful, I couldn't even consider it when I knew that Bellamy was in grave danger right above me.
"Sure but from now on, no shooting. You got me?" Raven instructed, glimpsing between us both for a sign of acknowledgement. As she waited for confirmation that we wouldn't take any drastic actions a gunshot sounded above and I flinched to face the ceiling in horror.
"Get me up there!" I snarled as I broke into pacing around the space, examining every inch of the wall and ceiling for any possible entrance points. I felt my hands shaking as I ran them across the panels that made up the ship's interior and I knew that I was barely holding back the bubbling storm of emotions inside.
"Indie, you need to stay calm if we're going to figure this out." Jasper whispered as he appeared at my side and tried to slow me down, whilst Raven busied herself with some kind of fuse box behind us. I could hear Octavia's frantic voice through the radio above as I searched and I knew that we were sharing a similar feeling of despair, although she relied on me to save Bellamy from certain death.
"You want her to know you're okay? Start tying." Murphy's condescending voice was clear even through the floor and I struggled to contain the panic as it blossomed in my chest.
"God, he's going to kill him." I hissed as I rubbed my head in an attempt to calm down, but I felt as if my brain might explode from the stress at any moment. I couldn't think straight despite my desperation to come up with a plan.
"I'm fine, just a misfire." I heard Bellamy's firm voice respond from above. He spoke in a way that would've sounded calm to most people, but I could feel the nervousness in his words and I felt myself becoming breathless. "Now, stop worrying about me and get back to work, all of you." He ordered, pausing to clear his throat. "And tell Raven to hurry her ass up." He added with a poignant tone. I thinned my eyes at Raven and she sighed as she continued to fiddle with the wires.
"All right, that's long enough." Murphy spoke again, the cool tone of his voice sending chills down my spine. "Tie those two ends together." He instructed and the realisation of what he was forcing Bellamy to do struck me in a wave of dread. I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from gagging as the unwelcome image of the situation above filled my mind. Jasper came to my side and put a careful hand on my arm.
"He's making him tie his own noose." I whispered in clarification, feeling a hot tear roll down my cheek. "Jasper, I have to get up there, I can't just sit and listen to this." I hissed between panting as I felt panic overwhelming me again and my chest compressed. I hadn't felt this powerless in many years and it was a painful reminder of the way I'd felt watching my mother suffer before I had the courage to end it.
"Raven's working as fast as she can, she's gonna get that door open, we've just got to be ready." Jasper replied softly whilst observing me closely to see if I had calmed down. When I continued to panic, he decided to try another method. "Or you can put that devious mind of yours to good use and find us another way in." He prompted with an encouraging smile.
My eyes widened at his words and I slowly came to my senses as they sunk in. I have to find a way to get to them. I separated from Jasper and wandered the space anew, forcing myself to tune out of the conversation above. I caught sight of a small beam of light and all of my focus honed in on it. I ran my hands along the edge of the panel where the light was coming from and could feel air pouring through. "Air vents!" I breathed, remembering that Octavia would use these to sneak around in the skybox. "Jasper, help me get this open." I called under my breath and he rushed to my side to help me.
Together we strained against the panel in a desperate bid to move it and I could feel that it was starting to budge. I felt confident in the knowledge that it would have been designed to open for maintenance, but the ship was so old that I doubted this had ever been done. With one last desperate push, the panel popped out to reveal a tiny passageway. It wasn't clear where it led, but there was a bend that light shone in from. I scanned the entrance to see that there was nothing to grip and the space was directly vertical from my position. I glanced back at Jasper for suggestions and he shrugged defeatedly.
"I want you to feel what I felt, and then…" Murphy's voice carried clearly from the newly opened space. "Then I want you to die." My eyes widened at the words and I realised that if the sound was carrying that clearly, this passage must lead to them. I made the impulsive decision that I was getting through it, no matter what it took.
"Jasper, boost me up." I instructed firmly and he studied me doubtfully.
"I can't get you up as far as the bend, how are you going to move up there?" He questioned as he scanned the space and furrowed his brows in concern.
"I'll figure it out, we don't have time to plan. Just get me as high as you can, then stay here and be my backup for Raven's plan." I demanded and my words bolted him into place.
He lifted me onto his shoulders with a struggle and launched me up into the cramped vent. I leaned over and managed to wedge myself across the space with my back to one side and feet and hands on the other. It took constant strength to maintain my position and my body shook at the strain. I moved in tiny, controlled movements as I tried to wiggle myself upwards. It was impossible to ignore the events above now, as the sounds echoed through the chamber. I heard something being dragged across the space before Murphy's stern voice spoke again.
"Stand on it." He demanded and I already had a clear image in my head of what was happening in there. I heard two steps and could see Bellamy stepping up to the noose in my mind. "Put it over your head." My breath hitched at the next order and I urged myself to move faster, pleading with any god I could name to protect him. I was almost at the bend now, I just needed a little more time. I concentrated on keeping my grip; one wrong move now would send me flying back to the bottom and would alert Murphy to our presence inside the ship.
"This is insane. The grounders could -"
I heard Bellamy attempting to reason with him before shots were fired again, causing me to involuntarily flinch. I clung to the wall with every muscle in my body and could feel several beads of sweat running down my back. My legs shook in exhaustion and I took a few deep breaths in a dire attempt to calm myself.
"Put it over your head." Murphy repeated and I breathed a sigh of relief. I took this as confirmation that Bellamy was still managing to stall him and tried to reassure myself. I had to believe that Bellamy could do this, he was holding his side of the bargain, I just had to get to him. I heard the telltale sounds of movement, before Bellamy spoke again in a frustrated tone.
"Happy now?" He spat and I felt my panic blossoming in my chest. This could only mean that the noose was around his neck and I could easily imagine the smug expression that Murphy would be wearing. We were definitely running out of time. I finally reached the bend in the passageway and met my biggest challenge so far to manoeuvre myself onto the horizontal platform that faced me. I put one foot in the section, and one on the wall behind me and tried to steady myself.
"You're so brave, aren't you?" Murphy sneered as I leaned my arms forward, stretching my body to it's breaking point. With a multitude of muscle tearing movements, I launched myself forward and splayed onto the next section. I peeked up to find a grate just above me and took in a sharp intake of breath. I was almost there. "I mean, you came here thinking you're just gonna turn this whole thing around, that you were stronger than me and maybe one of your friends would come and help you." Murphy continued rambling in a taunting manner and I shifted onto my knees to reach the grate. I tried to simply lift it in vain hope, but I was quickly disappointed to find that it was screwed down. I grabbed the knife from my belt and began slowly turning the bolts with the point of the blade.
"Well, what are you thinking now Bellamy?" Murphy sneered as I realised that I could see into the space now and was horrified by the scene before me. Bellamy stood on a crate with a noose made from several seatbelts around his neck and Murphy gripped the other end with childish delight. He yanked gleefully at it causing Bellamy to shift onto his tip toes, desperately clinging onto the crate for balance and I could hear his strangled gasps for air. My hands were trembling again and I cursed my fear for slowing me down. Bellamy struggled to keep his hands inside the noose to protect himself and Murphy paced the room, enjoying the act of watching him.
"You know, I've got to hand it to you Bellamy. You've got 'em all fooled." Murphy moved tauntingly close as he spoke and I descended into screaming in my mind. I was still only on the first screw. "They actually look up to you almost as much as they look up to Clarke. Yeah, well, we know the truth, don't we? You're a coward." He spat just as the first screw finally came out in my hand. I quickly moved onto the screw in the opposite corner, hoping that if I could just get enough movement I may be able to prize it open.
"I learned that the day you kicked out the crate from beneath me." He remarked with bitterness filling his voice. I moved much more frantically this time. My nerves were dissipating now that I knew it was possible to get the screws out with my knife. My fingers bled from my grip on the blade but I carried on without any consideration. "Isn't that what you said? That you were just giving the people what they wanted, right?" Murphy continued with his verbal attacks and I found myself growing annoyed with his words as well as furious with his actions. The version of Bellamy that he wanted to punish no longer existed; he'd grown so much since Murphy began his exile that it felt as if he were punishing the wrong man.
"I should have stopped them." Bellamy breathed and I could hear the regret in his tone. I couldn't help worrying how this level of guilt could affect his mental state and I hoped that he would be able to remain focused.
"Yeah, it's a little late for that now." Murphy retorted and I kept working on the second screw. I prayed that Bellamy could keep him busy for just a little longer.
"You think they're just gonna let you walk out of here?" Bellamy questioned and I was thankful that Raven informed him of the plan in advance so that he knew to keep Murphy talking. I doubted there would've been much conversation here otherwise.
"Well, I think the Princess is dead...but I know the King's about to die, so who's really gonna lead these people, huh? Me, that's who." He spat confidently and I struggled not to scoff out loud. I berated myself for falling for his act. He was undoubtedly delusional if he truly believed that the camp would treat him as a leader after this. "And yeah, maybe I'll have to kill your grounder-pounder little sister-" He began in a jeering tone and I knew in the seconds before it happened that Bellamy was about to lash out.
When he kicked at Murphy, it signalled that I was out of time. I knew that as soon as he stopped focusing on keeping him distracted, it wouldn't be long before he was killed. Murphy jumped back out of his reach and leapt at the end of the rope, pulling it tight. Bellamy's boots barely grazed the stall now and he snatched at the noose in a panic. I inhaled sharply as I witnessed the moment unfolding in horror, when the second screw finally dropped out.
"Of course, I might have to kill your crazy girlfriend too...but then again, she seems pretty fond of me since I got back, so maybe I'll just keep her as a pet." He provoked. I felt sick to my stomach at his insinuation and I was repulsed by the idea that I'd given Murphy the impression of interest as well as causing Bellamy to react in jealousy. I was about to thread my fingers through the grate to prize it open when a spark from below caused Raven to cry out. Murphy quickly realised that they were not alone in here and he glanced down at the floor with a sadistic smile.
"I'm guessing that's her right now, looks like I'll have to kill her after all." He drawled, storming over in the direction of the sound and firing randomly at several sections of the floor. I put my hands over my head and curled into a ball, anxiously waiting for the gunfire to stop. I heard the sound that Bellamy had trained me to recognise as a gun jamming and I decided that stealth was no longer an option.
I slid onto my back, unable to see the two men any longer and risked kicking the grate. It lifted slightly and so I kicked it at full force with both legs over and over. I was shocked that the loud clanging sound of my attack didn't draw Murphy to investigate and I became aware of Bellamy choking with a wave of dread. Between kicks I recognised the sound of a punch and hoped that it was Bellamy turning the tide. There was a slight creaking that echoed from above as I finally kicked the grate free, sending it flying out of sight and I frantically scrambled through the opening. As the room came into view, I spotted Murphy manically climbing the ladder out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't focus on him as my attention landed on Bellamy. He was hanging from the noose in a limp fashion with his face pointing at the ground in a lifeless expression.
"No!" I screamed in horror as I pulled the pistol from my belt. I hadn't fired it since he trained me and felt nervous as I pointed it in his direction. I remembered him telling me that the time would come when I would need it and how he praised my excellent aim when I had the right motivation. I couldn't think of any motivation that could ever be stronger and so pointed the gun at the clasp on the belts, took a deep breath and fired. As the bullet bounced off causing the belt to snap open and release Bellamy, I ran forward to catch him before he could hit the floor. I was unable to take his weight and so I used my body to soften the impact, lowering him to the ground. I laid him flat on his back and he stared up at the room, remaining perfectly still.
"Breathe! Please Bellamy!" I shrieked as I pleaded with him but nothing about his lifeless demeanour changed. I straddled him in preparation to do CPR as I wracked my terrified mind to remember how. Two breaths, thirty compressions. I leaned down to pinch his nose, as I blew two strong breaths into his mouth and promptly sat back up. I heard panicked voices from behind, but I couldn't tell if they were real and I didn't have the awareness to tear my attention away from Bellamy. I knitted my hands tightly together and just as they touched the centre of his chest, he coughed violently as he tried to sit up.
"Oh thank you, thank you!" I yelped as I frantically climbed off his lap so that he could turn onto his side and I rubbed his back as he gasped out for air. In my blind panic, I hadn't even noticed that the door was now open. Jasper and Octavia ran to his side in a panic, dropping to their knees to check on him. I was shaking wildly as adrenaline coursed through me and I couldn't make out a single feeling in the whirlwind of emotions that tore through my mind. Bellamy didn't even seem to notice our presence at his side. As soon as he could move, he turned onto his hands and knees and hollered up at the hatch above.
"Murphy!" His voice was guttural and wild, adequately conveying the fury that radiated off him in waves.
He dragged himself up the ladder and was able to force it slightly open with the strength of his rage. Now that I could see that Bellamy was safe and had no ill effects from his brief time in the noose, I was able to push the fear aside momentarily. Instead, his determination reminded me that Murphy was still inside the camp and my anger returned, refuelling me for a fight. I ran from the dropship in a red tinged haze and I couldn't feel anything other than the need to get hold of Murphy. I knew that there were outdoor grips on the ship that were designed for use during space walks and I climbed them in a frenzy. I could hear Bellamy's furious threats even through the walls and I continued climbing until I had almost reached the top floor where I knew Murphy was hiding.
As I neared the top level the grips ran out and I searched the ship's exterior for a way inside. I bashed various panels to check for any movement, but nothing seemed to budge. Without warning I was thrown from the ship by a blast that rang out across camp and fell to the ground, landing on my back in the dirt. I was dazed, unable to properly focus my eyes and there was a sharp ringing in my ears. I could make out a hole in the top of the ship that hadn't been there before and saw a figure jump out of the hole to break into a run out of camp. I knew this would only be Murphy and so despite feeling winded and disorientated, I forced myself to my feet. Once I stood up straight, I felt my vision clearing and I stalked toward the gates. Although I moved slowly at first, by the time I neared them I had completely returned to my senses and marched towards them in fury.
"I'm gonna kill you Murphy!" I bellowed as I approached, only to be apprehended by two guards who blocked me from exiting the camp. "What are you doing? I have to get out there!" I growled frustratedly as I attempted to force my way past them. A firm set of hands pulled me backwards out of the struggle and I was turned by my shoulders to face Bellamy.
"Indie, you can't go out there, the grounders will kill you." He reasoned, gripping onto me tightly to hold me in place. He scanned my face with a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes and I felt my resolve weakening slightly at the sight of him.
"I can't just let him get away, not after what he did to you." I argued, feeling tears fill my eyes again as the image of him hanging in the ship flitted through my mind. I shook my head to force it away and Bellamy's brows furrowed in concern.
"I'm okay, you don't have to worry about me." He stated gently before forcing his face into a reassuring smile as he met my emotional eyes. "As for Murphy, the grounders will deal with him." He declared and I sighed in defeat.
"Someone's coming!" A frantic cry from one of the guards drew our attention and he turned toward the gate. Several members of camp moved into formation, approaching with guns raised and I waited with baited breath. I'd already been through so many emotions today, I didn't know if I had it in me to fight the grounders too. "Hold your fire! Clarke and Finn! Open the gate, get it." I turned to peek at Bellamy with wide, hopeful eyes and we both remained rooted to the spot, hardly able to believe what we'd heard. Jasper jogged over to stand at my other side and as the gate slid open, I almost collapsed at the sight of our two missing members.
"Hey, we heard an explosion, what happened?" Clarke questioned as she ignored the surrounding campers who celebrated their return. Instead, she ran straight to Bellamy for an update and it was strangely comforting to witness.
"Murphy happened." He announced in a manner that revealed his disbelief at the state of events. Clarke widened her eyes at him and he shrugged. Jasper suddenly rushed forward to hug Clarke and without thinking I hugged Finn tightly. He seemed taken aback but returned the embrace with a chuckle under his breath. As soon as she was free, I hugged Clarke in quick succession as my relief overflowed.
"It's so good to have you both back." I breathed as I glanced between them thankfully and I noticed Bellamy's entertained expression from the corner of my eye.
"Where have you been? Where's Monty?" Jasper asked, hovering around them nervously and I quickly peered behind them to find that he wasn't there. I had hoped that only their names had been announced, but it seemed that Monty truly wasn't with them.
"Monty's gone?" Clarke replied in a confused voice and I put my hands over my face as I felt my stomach drop.
"Clarke, we need to leave, now. All of us do."
I heard Finn's voice but I couldn't bring myself to care about what they were discussing. All I could concentrate on was Monty. If they hadn't seen him, I knew that meant that the grounders likely left him to die in the woods, like they had Myles. I lost all hope of him returning and the enormity of that realisation was too much to bear. I turned to face Jasper who seemed to be having the same internal crisis that I was and without a word he pulled me into a hug. I stayed wrapped up in him as the others discussed whether to leave camp or not and we shared a moment of mourning for Monty. We only broke apart to force ourselves to pay attention when Bellamy addressed the crowd.
"This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands! Our dead are buried behind that wall in this ground, our ground! The grounders think they can take that away? They think that because we came from the sky, we don't belong here. But they've yet to realise one very important fact: we are on the ground now, and that means we are grounders! I say let them come!" Bellamy exclaimed, earning cheers from the riled crowd. I managed to smile at him, despite the whirlwind of emotions that was ravaging me on the inside. After listening to Murphy berate him earlier, I couldn't help but notice how much he'd grown in the time since we arrived on Earth. I could honestly say that I was proud of both the leader and the person that he was now.
"Bellamy's right." Clarke declared as she stepped forward and I was surprised to find her standing with him for once. "If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. And God knows in this world, we could be faced with something even worse tomorrow. But that doesn't change the simple fact that if we stay here, we will die tonight. So pack your things, just take what you can carry. Now." Clarke urged. I was disappointed with how her message flipped from start to finish and the feeling only worsened when the crowd dispersed without question to follow her orders. Only Bellamy, Finn, Octavia, Clarke and I remained in the centre of camp, staring at each other in a tense silence.
"Help me!"
A small cry caught our attention and we turned to see Raven limping into camp gripping her hip. We moved to surround her and I realised with a feeling of horror that she had been shot when Murphy fired into the floor of the dropship. The guilt of my actions threatened to crush me under its weight, as I analysed that I may have been able to protect her if I'd remained by her side. My solo mission barely took me to Bellamy's side sooner than her plan and even if she'd still been shot, I could've at least found help for her sooner. I almost burst into tears as I considered how long she had been trapped there, desperate for rescue whilst we reunited in campgrounds. Finn immediately lifted her into his arms and carried her into the dropship, but I couldn't bring myself to move. The overwhelming guilt that fell on my shoulders was the last emotion to push me over the edge into despair. Clarke moved to follow but Bellamy blocked her path with a scrutinising look.
"Clarke, leaving here is a big mistake." He appealed to her calmly but it was clear from her expression that she wasn't interested in his opinion on the matter.
"The decision has been made." She answered coldly before she attempted to push past him and I was frustrated by her unreasonable behaviour. He stepped back in front of her stubbornly and I remained frozen to the spot.
"Crowds make bad decisions, just ask Murphy." He pleaded and I watched with sympathy as his brows furrowed together. It was painfully obvious that facing the consequences of that mistake today haunted him as I feared. I agreed that this was an overly rash decision and desperately wanted to back him up, but I couldn't find the strength to step in. "Leaders do what they think is right." He added firmly with a glimpse in my direction and my heart skipped a beat. I almost burst into tears at hearing him repeat the advice that I'd given the night before and I was thankful that I'd been able to help.
"I am." She replied with an icy determination. She took one last annoyed glance at him before she stormed toward the dropship and left us alone.