We arrive to the spot where I left the sheet, and there is a good amount of people waiting to sign up. We have to tell them that not all people who sign up will be able to come with us.

"Everyone! Listen up!" The blurb of conversations stops at the sound of my voice.
"There are...conditions...to who can come. Only very few people who didn't cone to earth with the prisoners on the drop ship will be allowed to come with us. I am sorry if this upsets anyone, but this is a direct order from the Chancellor. I have no final say in which of you will have to stay." Most of the delinquents shrug my words off. No one here is important to them. But some people are just outraged. They want to go with us for a second chance. They want their families to have a better life. The throng dwindles down as people sign the sheet, and go back to their jobs. When only a few people remain in our camp, waiting for the word to start packing and preparing to leave, I grab the paper.
"Let's go." I say to Bellamy, who has been a shadow to me this entire time, silently there. He nods in affirmation. We move as one, going back to the Chancellor's quarters for approval of our list. Kane waits outside the tent flap for us.

"She's momentarily busy with some medical decisions. She told me to wait for you to return, and to tell you to wait. I also wanted to tell you that I think this is for the best. Our people don't seem to grasp all that yours are worth; all they've done for them, and that they are no longer criminals. This is what's best for them, so that your people can feel welcome at their own home." I nod my thanks to him, and he is about to leave.
"Oh, and Bellamy, it's good to see you back in action." He says with a slight smile as he walks away. Bellamy's hand squeezes mine, and I bite my lip. I hope she is in a better mood than before, and that she is willing to negotiate with us.
We wait for someone to come and tell us that it is our turn to see her in silence. It is not awkward, nor do I feel the urge to fill the void with idle chit chat. His presence beside me radiates warmth and strength, and I draw mine from him.
Our wait is blessedly short, when a medic comes out of the tent and tells us to go on in.

I look to Bellamy, who licks his lips nervously and nods quickly before we step forward.
"That was awfully fast. I didn't expect you until at least noon." My mom says from behind the desk with her hand outstretched for the papers, never looking up.
"Lots of people didn't think twice about leaving a place where they are not treated equally." Bellamy says, and I jab at his ribs with my elbow. He grunts in response. The chancellor looks up from the pile of documents to our paper, and begins to go through the names, and puts little marks beside the names. She finishes after a long silence, and sighs. She ands me the paper again.
"The names with Xs beside them cannot come with you. It is your job to tell them that. The rest are free to go. I marked some of the names with a circle, and I want you to be cautious around those people. They committed violent crimes. You-"
"They are our people, Chancellor Griffin. I think we can handle them again. We managed them before. And besides, she can handle herself. You didn't care for her safety the first time you let her go,so why bother now?" He interrupts from beside me,and my cheeks go red in anger.
"Bell!" I whisper-yell at him, jabbing his ribs again.
"It's true that I didn't seem to concerned. But I was. I watched those wristband vitals much more than I should have. I only wish we could have sent supplies with you, or that the communication systems hadn't failed." Mom is speaking slowly, almost full of some emotion.
"Your Father would have liked him, Clarke. He speaks his mind just like he did." She says quietly with a small smile.
"I know. He would be proud of my accomplishments down here." I say softly.
"I am proud of you. You know that, right? You did beyond what was expected of you. Both of you, in your way, took charge and made it so these kids could survive." She says in a stronger voice. I nod as acceptance.
"We need to go and tell the people who can't come along the news. And get the others ready. Ready?" I ask Bellamy, who nods stiffly and we walk out of the tent.

We tell the people who can't come together, being as gentle as possible with the news, not wanting to upset anyone. Once that task is complete, we go to the others who will come with us just as quietly. Bellamy and I begin to assist the gathering of supplies and equipment. Having been awake just after sunrise for the meeting, their company is ready to go by early are not only carrying their few belongings, but also building materials and supplies this camp has gifted us with. Bellamy addresses the group while standing on a crate.

"People! We're ready to move out. Most of you know the way to the Drop ship. Those of you who don't know the way, stay close! Clarke and I want all of you to arrive in one, living piece! Once we arrive, we need to clear enough space for our camp. There are still bones and ashes left from our battle with the grounders. We need to bury them. Put them to rest. Once the ground is clear, we will have to set up camp. Get your shelters up as quickly as possible. It is only gonna get colder, so we need to be ready. Alright. Let's move!" He says so loud and clearly, my heart swells with pride for him.

We walk briskly, hand in hand, to the Drop ship.