The words scribbled across Bellamy's back tell a story that Raven already knows all too well, and it leaves a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Clarke is looking at them both like the floor has fallen out from underneath her, and Raven knows that look.
She places the mugs back down on the counter heavily and makes a beeline for the bathroom, dragging her leg faster than it can keep up. Once she's in front of a mirror, Raven turns, craning her neck around so that she can see, knowing she'll regret it even as she does.
For a moment she almost laughs at the absurdity of it, but then the meaning falls heavy in her stomach. OPPENHEIMER, it says, and Raven sees the dropship explosion flash before her eyes, sees the burned bodies of hundreds of Grounders, her friends mingled among them. She sees the explosion on the bridge, of the turbines in Mount Weather. Raven can make a bomb about of almost anything she touches, and on the Ground it had been easy to pretend like it was necessary. It was them or us, she tells herself, but the name is staring her in the face like a sick joke.
"I am become death," she says to the mirror, the words sticking in her throat.
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She places the mugs back down on the counter heavily and makes a beeline for the bathroom, dragging her leg faster than it can keep up. Once she's in front of a mirror, Raven turns, craning her neck around so that she can see, knowing she'll regret it even as she does.
For a moment she almost laughs at the absurdity of it, but then the meaning falls heavy in her stomach. OPPENHEIMER, it says, and Raven sees the dropship explosion flash before her eyes, sees the burned bodies of hundreds of Grounders, her friends mingled among them. She sees the explosion on the bridge, of the turbines in Mount Weather. Raven can make a bomb about of almost anything she touches, and on the Ground it had been easy to pretend like it was necessary. It was them or us, she tells herself, but the name is staring her in the face like a sick joke.
"I am become death," she says to the mirror, the words sticking in her throat.