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Space. Echo was in space. She still hadn't gotten over it. It had been a week. Maybe. Time seemed different up here. Honestly, Echo felt useless up here. She didn't know anything about...anything. At least Emori had some knowledge about technology that might be useful on occasion. Echo, on the other hand, had almost never come in contact with technology. She knew swords, arrows, lying. There was no place for any of those up here, though. There was no place for her up here. Echo often swung between feeling like she didn't belong, like she should have died in Praimfaya, and being grateful to be alive, that she had a chance to start over. Especially with Bellamy.

It was the middle of the night. Probably. Echo wasn't sure how she was supposed to know what time of day it was without the sunlight. All she knew for sure was that everyone had seemingly wandered off to get some rest. She had tried - for what felt like hours - and still, nothing had come out of it. Echo wondered if she would ever be able to sleep with the endless drone of the machine hum in the background. Echo pushed herself to sit up, sighing dejectedly as she did so. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet touched the cold metal floor, and she pulled them back with a sharp intake of breath. Laying on her stomach, she reached out over the floor to where her socks had fallen somehow out of reach.

With the socks covering her feet, protecting them from the cold metal, Echo stood and left the bed behind her, wandering out into the dimly lit space station. Her feet carried her blindly to the vents where they had all nearly died, where she had taken her first breath in this floating metal box. It didn't really put her mind at ease being here. Instead, it only seemed to rile her thoughts up all the more. She wondered if they would ever manage to make it back to Earth. Rounding a corner, she spotted a familiar head of curly hair. Bellamy. He was the reason she was still alive at least three times over by now. Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, she moved to him. "Bellamy," his name came easily to her lips as she stood there, looking at him. Then she hesitated, uncertain what to say now that she'd alerted him to her presence. She should have said nothing, should have just gone the other way. "Shouldn't you be sleeping like the others?" It was weak, but it was all she could think of. She should have been sleeping, but the purple bruising under her eyes said she had yet to experience a good-night's sleep up here.

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Bellamy hadn’t slept much since Praimfaya. None of them had. First it was helping Raven and Monty get everything up and running just so they could breathe and eat, and not freeze to death. He’d practically collapsed from exhaustion after the first couple of days. And that had been a good thing. It distracted him from his guilt about leaving Clarke behind, or bothering Raven with questions about the radio.

She said it was still too soon, that the radiation would interfere with radio transmissions, that the fact that they still hadn’t heard from the ground didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean that Clarke—

But Bellamy knew. He’d seen how quickly she’d started getting sick after she’d taken off her radiation suit. Her nightblood wasn’t enough; there was no way it would protect her from Praimfaya. Now he had to live with the fact that he’d left the two people he’d cared about most behind, fearing he’d made a horrible mistake. One that he might never be able to forgive himself for.

It was no wonder he couldn’t sleep. He’d needed to walk, feeling trapped by the walls of his room, missing the forest, the openness of Earth. Walking the corridors wasn’t the same, but it was better than being alone in his room, worrying and hating himself. He looked up when he heard his name, slowing his steps as he approached Echo, glad for a distraction. He'd worried about her ever since he’d caught her about to kill herself. She’d left everything behind. And though he certainly felt that way too, the closest thing Echo even had to a friend was him. And he could still remember how small her neck had felt in his hands when he’d nearly strangled her.

“I don’t sleep much,” he admitted. He could have asked her the same question, but he was pretty sure it was implied. If even Bellamy missed the openness of Earth, it was hard for him to imagine how Echo was feeling, but he assumed that she must have felt trapped, not unlike they'd been in Mount Weather. Only this time, there was no way out. Not for five years at least.

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Echo nodded knowingly. Sleeping had once come so easily. Now, it seemed like some kind of luxury that wouldn't be granted to her in space. She glanced away, but there was nothing but cold, unforgiving metal to look at. It wasn't like the ground. There weren't interesting things to look at scattered about. Well, it had been interesting at first, but after some time, Echo had realized... it was all the same. It quickly became boring to look at, not like the trees, the flowers, the ice, the sky. Every now and then, perhaps, there was something interesting - a small mark on the metal, a broken piece of ceiling or wall or floor - but it was nothing compared to the Earth.

Venturing another step closer to Bellamy, Echo reached out a tentative hand. Her hand connected with his upper arm and she did something she had only ever done a few times before in her entire life: She squeezed his arm reassuringly. Or, at least, she hoped that's how it came across, because that was her intent. "Your sister is strong, Bellamy. She'll be okay. You taught her well." Of course, Echo didn't know the extent to how much Bellamy had taught his sister - raised her - but she knew they were close. Very close. She knew how much Octavia meant to Bellamy, but still probably only got the tip of the iceberg. Echo had honestly been more than a little relieved when she learned that Octavia hadn't died falling off that cliff. Somehow. Her hand dropped back to her side, not sure that Bellamy wanted her touching him. Even if he had saved her life - several times now - that still didn't mean he trusted her.

Looking from one end of the corridor to the other, Echo felt her brow come together as she frowned. Both ends looked the exact same. She was no longer certain which way she had come from. It didn't matter much, but she would be ashamed later when she needed to ask Bellamy to help her find her way back to the room she'd claimed as her own. Turning her gaze back to look at Bellamy, she paused for a moment a she just looked at him. She wouldn't be here if it hadn't been for him. Then again, he'd also almost killed her at least once. "How did anyone ever sleep with the...," she trailed off, her finger pointing towards the ceiling, but her hand moving in circles as she indicated the constant sound of the space station all around them. It was everywhere. She took a half step back, realizing she hadn't yet, that she had been standing rather closer than she'd intended to Bellamy. Echo felt so out of place here, so helpless, so useless. She didn't belong here. She didn't belong anywhere.

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Her touch did little to reassure him, but he didn’t pull away from her. Looking down at her hand on his arm, Bellamy kept his face blank as she talked about his sister. His sister, who she’d tried to kill twice now, the same one who had made sure there was no place for her in the bunker with her own people, the reason why Echo now found herself in space. Bellamy wasn’t sure how to even respond. He knew Octavia was strong, but he also knew she wasn’t ready for the responsibility she now found herself in, knowing what she must have been feeling, and it killed him not to be able to support her the way he wanted to.

Looking at Echo, Bellamy felt conflicted. She’d betrayed him in some of the worst possible ways; he should have hated her. A part of him had wanted to strangle her, wanted to let her burn in Praimfaya, but the rest of him couldn’t do it. After so much killing and death, he couldn’t fight the need to save someone. Anyone. Even Echo. Though their history was complicated at best, he was sensitive to the fact that he was still the only person she really knew from the ground, and it made him feel responsible for her. Bellamy was trying to leave all of the things that happened on Earth, down on Earth, afraid he wouldn’t make it five years if he couldn’t manage to do that. Echo had at least seemed to bond a little with the other grounder; it a was a good they at least had each other, someone who was going through the same thing. The Arkers certainly missed the ground, but not in the same way. It just made Bellamy wonder what they were doing sometimes, or if every home the made for themselves was destined for destruction.

For a few seconds, Bellamy just looked at her, confused about what she was talking about. Then, it finally dawned on him. “You mean the engine noise, and the fans,” he said a genuine smile flickering on his face, before it vanished. It was funny how quickly those sounds had become normal to him again. Almost like he’d never left the Ark.

“Most of us were born in space,” he reminded her, with the obvious exception of Echo and Emori. “That sound has always been there, like the birds and insects, or the wind in the trees,” he explained. He understood what she was feeling. Those new noises could be stressful and even scary at first when you didn’t know what they meant, not to mention annoying if you were trying to sleep. He wished that was all that was keeping him awake. At least Emori had Murphy there to tell her there was nothing to worry about when the fans kicked on and off. Echo had no one, and he knew she was still scared of this whole space thing, even if she tried no to show it.

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Echo blinked at the man standing in front of her. She forced her own smile at his words, but it was dull compared to the one that appeared on his face for just a second. "Engine. Fans. Right, yea." She wasn't completely certain what those words really meant, but she had to assume that was what was making the ever-present noise. Her eyes fell away from his face, looking down at the floor off to the right. It was just as plain and boring as the rest of the metal shell they were calling their home for the next five years. As he tried to explain, Echo just nodded once or twice. The noise around them was for Skaikru what the sounds of Earth had been for her - probably for Emori, as well.

The fans chose that moment to turn on. Echo stilled herself, an automatic response; her eyes dilated, and her heart started pounding. For half a second, she was ready to attack, but there was nothing to attack. Inhaling deeply, she calmed herself, keeping her gaze away from Bellamy, feeling like a fool. She couldn't help but to wonder if the sound bothered Emori as much as it bothered her, made her jump, made her ready to attack nothing. Emori was different, though, and Echo couldn't help but to feel like she was alone in this fear.

With the fans and the engine, Echo doubted she would be getting much in the way of sleep over the first month, at least. She could only hope that she got used to the sounds sooner rather than later. In the meantime, though, she would be spending most of her time awake. What to do in that time, though, was lost on her. Finally, slowly, bringing her gaze back up to Bellamy - worried about what sort of judgement she might find on his face - she eyed the man, just as sleepless as she was. Even if it was for much different reasons. After a pause of hesitation, Echo let the question that was on the tip of her tongue finally slip out, "what did anyone ever do for entertainment up here?" There didn't seem to be much - if anything - to do. Staring out the window at the burning earth or out into the vastness of space tended to make her feel sick. Besides, she wasn't so sure she could sit there and just stare for hours without finding herself growing bored all over again.

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Even though Echo’s smile was weak, the event was so rare, that Bellamy still appreciated the site of it, as fleeting as it was. When the fans kicked on, he saw the way her whole body tensed at the sound. It was no wonder she couldn’t sleep. This time it was Bellamy’s turn to put a hand near her elbow, giving her arm a gentle squeeze to assure her that it was okay, taking a half-step closer towards her. Telling her that the sound didn’t mean that the air was about to be sucked out of her lungs, though not in so many words. She almost looked vulnerable for a second— something he hadn’t seen since Mount Weather.

Bellamy had a feeling he knew what the two couples among them were doing for entertainment. His hand released her arm, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable about touching her. Five years was a long time. Maybe sleeping with Echo would help him move past everything that had happened on the ground, but he wasn’t sure if he could. What would his sister think of him if he did? It didn’t sit well with him, exactly, but at the same time, he was pretty sure she would understand. Five years was a long time, and Echo was at least as beautiful as she was dangerous.

“I don’t know, we read books, we watched old recordings of things from Earth way back from before Bekka Pramheda, we ate, we talked,” he explained. Most of it likely wasn’t that different from what people did on the ground, except for less fighting. Though they all worked together to stay alive and the Ark had certainly had its social issues and distinctions between classes, no one had ever had to physically fight to prove their worth, not until they’d come to the ground. “We played sports sometimes,” thinking that was something Echo might actually understand, perhaps the sort of outlet she needed. “Games to develop strategy and strength,” he explained, afraid that the only “sport” he’d see on the ground was fighting to stay alive.

“I think Monty said he was going to work on getting a still up and running as soon at the algae farm’s sustainable,” he suggested. He wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing that they were trying to run a station with far less than the recommended manpower. Sure it would help keep them entertained, but there were certainly days when they'd had to work far too hard just to make sure they would live to see the next one.

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Not expecting the touch, Echo jumped when Bellamy's hand touched her elbow. Her body turned reflexively towards his, as if she were ready for a fight. Fighting hadn't been necessary since Bellamy had given her that suit, though. He had even stopped one of his own people from taking it away from her - even if it would have been for Emori. Eyes wide, Echo stared at Bellamy for a fraction of a second, fear coursing through her veins, before realizing what had happened. The engines had done something, she assumed. Or was it the fans? She couldn't tell which was which. Bellamy was trying to comfort her. Her expression softened, the fear and vulnerability draining from her face almost as quickly as it had appeared.

Then Bellamy had let go of her arm, and she looked away. She wasn't sure if she was meant to thank him for something so small, so stupid as comfort. She was a warrior; she didn't need comfort - she kept trying to tell herself as much, but she was finding she wished she had more of it with every passing second. Maybe that was part of why she'd asked about entertainment. There was nothing better to take her mind off her fears and doubts than...well, anything other than laying alone in the dark, floating through the vastness of space, trying to sleep.

Books, she understood, though she had never learned to read. Warriors didn't need to read, they needed to fight. That was why all messages were sent in person, by word of mouth. Recordings, on the other hand, was a word she did not quite understand. The look on her face likely said as much. Talking, of course, she was familiar with, as well as sports, and games. She had a feeling the sports and games played in the sky were vastly different some those she had played growing up on the ground, however. Her head tilted back and slightly to one side as she listened to Bellamy, an indication of her interest in his words.

For a moment, Echo chewed on the inside of her bottom lip, as if thinking. "Will you tell me about your sports?" There was an innocence to her question. Echo was as curious to hear the answer as she was eager to stop thinking about the noise, about being trapped in space. "And your games?" For the first time since Bellamy had brought her to the lighthouse bunker, there was a hint of hope in her voice, in her eyes as she dragged them up to his, imploring him to distract her with something. Anything. There was a part of her that wanted to ask about these books, these recordings, but she was afraid of looking even more useless, even more out of place, than she already felt.

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Echo seemed to relax slightly. He wished there was something he could say or do that could help her adapt to being a grounder in space, but he feared time was the only solution. Fortunately or unfortunately as it might’ve been, they were going to have lots of time, assuming they could keep the station up and running for the next five years. It didn’t surprise him when Echo asked him to elaborate more on sports instead of the books. He wasn’t even sure if Echo could read, though he had a feeling it wouldn’t be too hard for her to pick up considering she spoke the language and likely recognized at least some of the words that he’d seen scattered around signs left behind from before the first praimfaya. He would teach her if she wanted to learn.

Bellamy had a feeling Echo would be more inclined towards the physical sports than things like card, or tabletop games. Besides, having a physical outlet might help to alleviate some of her stress and feelings of being trapped inside of a tin can, which he knew had to be driving the grounder crazy by now. Bellamy couldn’t imagine what it must be like for all of those grounders trapped in the bunker, piled practically on to of one another, making their limited space seem that much smaller. It scared him.

“So do grounders still play soccer? Football? Hockey,” he asked to see if any of the traditional sports sounded familiar to her, wondering if any of them had survived on the ground the way they had in space, or if everyone down on Earth had been too focused or surviving and fighting to actually play anymore. It wasn't like they'd held big official games, but in school they'd used one of the larger common areas to play. They still needed to remain physically active in space.

“Most sports involve a ball of some kind, and trying to get the ball into a goal to score points. But there are rules to make it harder, like: only being able to touch the ball with your feet, or with a stick, and you can try to block your opponent with your body, but you can’t actually hit them," he explained, sure Echo would be the first to assume that the easiest path to victory would be to beat the crap out of the other player.

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Soccer, football, hockey. The words were as foreign to her as "air filtration system" and "oxygenator" had been just months ago. She raised her eyebrows at Bellamy, looking at him like she was speaking another language. Clearly, these games had been lost - or at least the names had been. Slowly, she shook her head. They had some sports, but many of them were just there to kill time. There were some, though, that were often used for training purposes, and there was at least one game they played in Azgeda that got pretty competitive.

As Bellamy went on to explain the sports he knew about, Echo tilted her head slightly to one side, listening. From the descriptions, they didn't sound all that different than the sports she'd played back on the ground. Skaikru just seemed to have odd names. She nodded as he spoke, letting out a half-laugh as he tried to explain there was no attacking one another with the sticks. Which was a little silly. Unless, perhaps, it was a game for children. "We had sports with balls and goals," she explained, almost smiling. "When we played with sticks, though, we could hit our opponents." At least, that was how it was played in Azgeda. It was one of their most competitive sports, and it was always played on the ice.

Echo thought back to her childhood. Her favorite sport had always been the most competitive one. She had wanted so badly to join the warriors as they played on the ice, attacking one another with their sticks as they tried to push the ball into the other team's goal. When she was allowed to begin her training as a warrior, she would often play that instead of doing some of her regular training. It was far more fun, after all. Not that swordplay wasn't fun - Echo loved swordplay.

"If you can't hit your opponent, how do you train?" Echo had made the assumption that, because of the use of sticks, it was a training game, rather than one intended as recreation or entertainment. "How do you play without ice," she asked, her brow coming together in confusion as she leaned in a little closer to Bellamy. Honestly, Echo couldn't picture any sport being played in space. Where was there even enough room in this floating metal deathtrap for do something as active as play a sport? Her eyes moved around the corridor. It wasn't suited to activity, it was made for walking only - or so it seemed to Echo. Her confusion only growing, she asked, "where do you play," as she let her gaze drift back to Bellamy.

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“We do combat training separately. The games are just for athleticism, strategy, teamwork, fun,” he explained, doubting people in Azgeda had ever had much in the way of fun. They were probably all too busy killing or dying. “It makes the game more challenging when you can’t injure your opponents,” he argued, not even sure if that was true, but it sounded right. “You have to be faster, and smarter.” Maybe once there was less to do with getting the station up and running they could play three-on-three of something.

“We just do,” he said. “How do you play on ice,” he asked, sure that was more insane than running around on the ground or on a space station. Perhaps that was the point. “Hockey used to by played on ice. You know, I bet there are some old videos in the database. We have tech that lets you watch things that happened a hundred years ago,” he tried to explain the recordings he’d previously mentioned, though he was pretty sure it would still sound ridiculous to her.

“Usually we play in the largest room we can find, but you can play anywhere, even a hallway, your room. You just have to get creative. Make up whatever game the space allows you. My sister didn’t leave our quarters for 16 years,” he told her like she was being a big baby for feeling trapped on the station when it could have been so much worse. “On the Ark it was illegal to have more than one child. We had to hide her,” he explained, wishing he hadn't mentioned it as the worry quickly returned to his face. All of the games they’d played had been confined to a small room out of necessity, but they’d made it work.

Now Octavia was trapped under the floor again, but circumstances were very different this time. His eyes drifted away from Echo, his face darkening as he worried about his sister. It was one of the main reasons why he had trouble sleeping, and it wasn’t like there was much else for him to think about. Besides, abandoning his sister in a bunker didn’t seem half as bad as leaving Clarke to die alone. He wondered what his mother would say if she knew, sure she would be disappointed in him for leaving her behind. He’d told himself that she didn’t need him anymore, that she could take care of herself, but he didn’t really believe it. He had to accept that now it was his responsibility to take care of the people that were actually here with him, to stay alive so thay he would be able to pull his sister out from under the floor as soon as the radiation levels dropped, but he still felt like a man without purpose, drifting through the vastness of space.

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Echo eyed Bellamy interestedly as he explained. If they trained for combat separate from this, then this sport must have been strategy training. The word "fun" threw off her thinking slightly, though. It wasn't that fun was a foreign concept to her. It was just that fun was something that seemed so far away now, so impossible. The last time she had something just for fun had been years ago, in her childhood. A soft chuckle slipped from her lips at Bellamy's insistence that not being able to injure your opponent made it more challenging. That sounded like it was probably true. "So it's strategy training," she commented, gesturing vaguely with her hand as she did so.

A half-smile on her lips, she shook her head. "We just do," she parroted back at him. There was more to it than that, of course. There was a cheeky sort of smirk on her lips as she looked at Bellamy. "We used broken blades. Strapped to our boots. It made it easier to keep from falling," she explained, not entirely sure how to describe it without being able to show him. As Bellamy spoke of something called hockey along side tek, Echo tilted her head slightly to one side. How anyone could watch something that happened so long ago was beyond her understanding. It sounded like something from the City of Light, and Echo's shoulders tensed instantly. She was afraid to ask more, afraid to return to the City of Light, though she knew it had been destroyed. "I don't understand how... how that works." There was shame in her voice. Echo didn't like admitting her own weaknesses, especially out loud.

"My room," she asked, looking skeptical. It didn't seem possible. Maybe Bellamy hadn't seen the room she'd claimed as her own, but it was decently small, as she assumed the other rooms must be, too. There were several activities she could think of to do in her room, but she was fairly certain no one here would be eager to join her for such things. She was still an outsider to them; she didn't belong here. It seemed far less important though, as Bellamy began speaking of his sister. Echo admired the girl - strong, brave. Loved.

Echo couldn't deny that she felt a strange desire to comfort the man in front of her, tell him that Octavia was the strongest, bravest warrior she had ever met; she would be okay. She didn't know how. It was an odd law - that a family couldn't have more than one child. Echo decided now was not the time to ask why that was. Instead, she took a tentative step closer to Bellamy, reaching out until her hand connected with his upper arm. She gave his arm a quick squeeze before dropping her hand and her gaze, looking away.

"Octavia is strong. She'll be okay." The words felt weak on her tongue. There was no real way for her to know whether Octavia would be okay or not, but Echo had a good feeling about the girl. She had, after all, survived getting stabbed and falling from a cliff. She would survive Priamfaya in the bunker.

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“Yeah, something like that,” he agreed. Strategy was certainly part of it, but as Echo would soon learn, it would be as much about finding a way to pass the time, something to make you tired enough to sleep at night. After a few weeks on the station Echo would understand why they would still play games if not for strategy or combat training.

His eyebrows raised, trying to imagine how running around on blades could possibly make things easier and not even more dangerous. She looked nearly as puzzled as he felt when he tried to explain the hockey videos. “Neither do it,” he assured her that he didn't really understand how the recordings worked either. When you grew up around technology, you just accepted it as normal without needed to understand everything. “You’d have to ask Raven,” he said. She would certainly understand the recording process better than he ever would. “But I can still show it to you sometime. You don’t have to understand it to enjoy it,” he explained.

Bellamy nodded. He was sure it was hard for her to imagine any sort of game that could be played in the confines of her room. The rooms on this station were relatively small and utilitarian to leave more room for the labs, similar to how his quarters had been on factory station. He looked down at her hand as Echo moved closer to him and touched his arm.

“It’s not her I’m worried about; it’s everyone else that scares me,” he said. The thought of all of those people trying to exist together peacefully after a lifetime of war. That terrified of him. What would happen if they couldn’t get along? Would they continue to follow Octavia, or would the clans eventually reject her leadership? They would have to ration everything, they would probably have to reinstate restrictions like they’d had on the Ark, restrictions that some would inevitably disagree with, and it certainly would just be the grounders causing trouble. There were still plenty of people from Skaikru that wouldn’t be happy about living with grounders; burying the hatchet was easier said than done, and he doubted some of them were particularly pleased at the idea of being governed by the girl who’d lived under the floor, or of doing most of the work for the grounders because they were the ones who understood the technology. Hopefully Kane would give her the support she needed.

Bellamy was afraid of what could happen down there. Afraid that the structure of their new government with Octavia as Heda would one day collapse, and what would happen to her if it did. They needed to get the radio working, and soon. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to stand not knowing.

“Do you have any family,” he asked, feeling guilty for assuming that he was the only one who’d left someone behind, though he knew there was likely an equal chance that whatever family she'd once had was dead. He knew how much she loved her people and how hard banishment must have been for her, but he’d never even bothered to ask if there was anyone in particular she was missing, and he didn’t expect she was the type who would bring it up in conversation.

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There was a crease between the woman's brows as she thought about it. Skaikru played these games to train strategy and combat, and yet they had always claimed to think they were the only ones left alive. Echo wasn't sure it quite added up. Then again, she might have been misunderstanding. Bellamy didn't seem too insistent that the games they played here were intended as training as they were on the ground. The next thing she knew, though, she was laughing at the expression on his face. Running with blades attached to your boots over the ice was probably just an Azgeda thing. Most other places probably weren't quite cold enough to have as much ice now. Maybe, if Praimfaya didn't destroy all the ice on the planet, too, Echo would show Bellamy how to walk on ice when they returned to Earth.

What she still didn't understand in even the slightest, though, were these "recordings." It made Echo feel marginally better knowing that Bellamy apparently didn't understand how they worked, either. Raising her eyebrows, Echo rolled her eyes away. It was obvious from her expression that she was not going to be asking Raven anything any time soon. The woman was possibly the busiest person on the...what had they called it? Station? Whatever it was, Raven had a temper, and Echo wasn't looking to be the punching bag this time. It would likely only end poorly. "I will not ask Raven, but I think I would like to see this... 'recording' sometime." There was a touch of uncertainty in her voice, but it stemmed mostly from her lack of understanding about the recordings. She still wasn't convinced it was possible to see something that had happened already, long in the past. Whatever these recordings were, they sounded fake.

Echo nodding, looking down. Bellamy wasn't a Grounder, he didn't know of their past. Lifting her chin, Echo looked Bellamy in the eye, confidence on her features. "Lexa brought the twelve clans together. All of us. The Coalition was tenuous, but it worked." Echo let her hand come away from Bellamy's arm, using her hands to emphasize her point. "Octavia brought the clans together in a different way. Their loyalty will not be broken so easily this time. Not unless Skaikru does something to break that trust again." She was trying to remind him that it was his people, not hers, who had tried to take the bunker for themselves. Yes, Echo had cheated in the Conclave, but she hadn't gone behind everyone's backs and tried to take the bunker. If any clan was going to be a problem, it was going to be Skaikru. For once in her life, though, Echo didn't feel like fighting. She was tired, she was alone. Fighting with Bellamy over how his people would be the ones to screw everything up in the bunker - if anyone did - wouldn't solve anything, just make things worse.

Bellamy's question took Echo off guard. For a moment, she just looked at him, her face hard and unreadable, as if she were trying to hide something. She had nothing to hide anymore, though. Finally relaxing, Echo inhaled as she looked at the cold, metal floor tiles. "I used to." There was no doubt in her mind that all that was left of her family was gone by now. Azgeda had a lot of people, and only one hundred of them had been allowed into the bunker. It would be a miracle if she ever saw any of them again - she didn't let herself think that they might have survived. She didn't want to hope.

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Bellamy couldn’t help but smirk a little at the look on her face when he suggested asking Raven. The mechanic was intense on a good day, and with so much work to be done since they’d arrived on the station, she’d been downright terrifying, and he was used to her. “I can show you,” he agreed, still smirking. He looked forward to it, sure that watching Echo watch a hockey game would be infinitely more entertaining than the game itself.

“I hope you’re right.” He heard Echo’s words, but they didn’t bring him much comfort. Maybe the Coalition had worked. The Ark had worked too, but countless sacrifices had been made to maintain order. He wondered how much of the Ark’s Charter would soon be implemented underground. He wondered if Kane would trade in his mask of diplomacy and tolerance to become the cold-blooded bastard he’d once been. Bellamy rolled his eyes. Echo didn’t have to remind him that Skaikru would likely be the cause of whatever unrest happened in the bunker, though he tried to remind himself of all of the people that he trusted who would be down there, looking out for her rather than the ones who might cause problems. Echo's words were bold considering Azgeda had been trying to take over Polis prior to the conclave, but Echo wasn’t Azgeda. She wasn’t anything anymore. None of them were.

When he and Clarke had left the bunker to get Raven, he’d never even imagined the possibility that they wouldn’t make it back. If he’d considered being forced to live the next five years away from his sister, he wasn’t sure he would have left, not that the thought of separating himself from Clarke was any easier. Octavia didn’t even know if he was alive. They’d barely made it to space as it was; for all she knew, they’d all died trying. Octavia probably wouldn’t let herself believe that, but it killed him to imagine even that shred of doubt. She might’ve been the bravest warrior in the thirteen clans, but she was still his little sister. The thought of her needing him and him not being there made him feel sick; it made him pace the corridors when he should have been asleep.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, assuming from her words that whatever family she had was probably dead. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about our families,” he said. It was hard enough for him to talk about Octavia as it was, and even if he did want to talk about her, Echo would have probably been his last choice, or very nearly. “Besides, you’re stuck with me now,” he teased, a slight smirk finding his face as he tried to lighten his sour mood. Echo may not have felt like family yet, but in time, all of them would. Even Murphy.

“I know it’s a lot,” he said, his eyes sympathetic. Arguably, Echo’s life was the one that had suffered the most upheaval out of any of them; Bellamy recognized that. “We’re your clan now. You don't have to wander the halls alone when you can’t sleep. You can always come find me,” he told her. She could come to him, to any of them. If fact, Bellamy was kind of worried she’d get lost and wander out an airlock or forget where her quarters were, nor had he forgotten that she'd almost killed herself not long ago. Navigation on the station was so different compared to how it was on the ground, and he couldn’t blame her for getting lost. Maybe they could at least find some paint or something so her and Emori could mark things with symbols that would make more sense to them. Then maybe it would feel more like home.

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The look on Bellamy's face had Echo's eyes narrowing slightly. She was pretty sure he was laughing at her without actually laughing. Maybe that was okay. Things had changed so much in a very short span of time. It was easy to forget the little things that could bring joy. Everything was so heavy, so serious. That was just what happened when everyone you had ever known in your entire life was left behind on a burning planet, though, she supposed. Her face relaxed and she glanced away. When Bellamy agreed to show her the so-called "recordings," she looked back over at him, the faintest hint of a smirk of her own on her lips. "Good. Thank you." She wasn't sure if he meant right this moment or not. She wasn't going to push it - she wasn't in any rush to exhaust her sources of distraction and entertainment.

Echo stood a little straighter, a little taller. "You don't trust me?" One eyebrow quirked upwards slightly as she looked at him, head cocked to the side. If there was anything Echo knew, it was loyalty and her people, Grounders. There was no doubt in her mind that the people in the bunker would be okay. At least for a while. She might have been banished, but she believed in Octavia. The girl was stronger than anyone she had ever known, and that was saying a lot. The Grounders had come together before, they would come together now. This time, it wouldn't be just because the Commander wanted it; it would be so they could all survive. Hadn't they already proved their willingness to do so? Each clan had chosen only one hundred people to send to the bunker. Every clan but Skaikru, that was.

"Nothing to be sorry for...," she pointed out, not looking at him. Even if she appreciated the sentiment, there was no need for it. As far as she was concerned, she had lost what was left of her family when she had been banished. His next words drew a scoffing breath of a laugh from her. Echo finally turned her eyes back to Bellamy, the hint of amusement on her features. "Perhaps not," she agreed. The amusement only grew as he moved on. "Are you sure? You might be the one stuck with me." After all, they could have all been up here without her if Bellamy hadn't stepped in and stopped her from killing herself. Echo hoped he wouldn't ever find a reason to regret that decision, and she didn't plan to give him one. "One thing's for sure: We're all stuck up here with that...algae." She pulled a face at the thought of their only source of food. Algae for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was far from appealing, but at least they had food.

What was left of the amusement drained from her face as she looked over at Bellamy now. It was an understatement, really. Her eyes found his, and as she looked at him, she felt grateful. She wondered if he could tell as much by the way she was looking at him now. Echo nodded in response, a smile trying to stretch onto her face. "Thank you, Bellamy." Swallowing a lump in her throat, she glanced around the hallway. It still all looked the same to her. "I'll come to you if I can find you," she joked lightly at her own expense. "I'm not sure I know the way back to my room from here," she finally admitted, embarrassed by the fact. Turning her gaze back to Bellamy, she shrugged and looked at the metal beneath her feet that looked just like the metal that covered the rest of the floor.

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