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THE HALLS OF THE ARK were eerie, haunted by memories of what now felt like a lifetime ago and illuminated in a dreary fluorescence. the past pricked at murphy's nerves, and for a moment, the thought of the lighthouse bunker crossed his mind. he'd die of starvation eventually, sure . . . but could it have been better than this god - forsaken place ?
there's a damp rag in his dry hands, and murphy takes a step toward the window. a soft, relenting scoff rolls off his lips at her remark, and murphy knows the feeling. hell, he'd probably say the same.
i should've gone down fighting, she says. there's a soft silence that hangs between the two for a moment, eyes still on the sight of the earth now engulfed in flames. again. their lives and everything they'd dreamed of . . . fought for.
" why ? " he asks, gaze shifting to the girl warrior beside him. " so you can be dead, too ? " he shakes his head, looking back to the irradiated planet. he agreed, jaha didn't deserve to live . . . not after alie, and certainly not after casting them out. again.
" 've got nothing but time now . . . " he trails. " give it five years and we'll be back. " attention shifts back down to the rag. then to octavia. " you'll get your revenge. " and of that, he had no doubt.
" for now, though, you need to take off that spacesuit. " he tries again. he hadn't been through nearly what the other had, and even his body was aching. " c'mon octavia, you were in the rain. in battle. not like that thing's comfy anyway. "
@hevives asked: i can’t help you if you won’t let me .
" I don't need anyone's help. " Octavia’s utterance, razor - rough in the back of her mouth and thick with exhaustion, almost fell flat against the unrelenting whir of alpha station's abused hydraulics and air scrubbers. Sounds she'd never thought, in a hundred years, she'd hear again after so long on the ground.
In the aftermath of their struggle up into space, she could hardly shield from Murphy the truth. That she hurt. That, under the thin carapace of her spacesuit, her skin chafed with fresh radiation burns and cuts and deep, aching bruises: all markers of the ill fated conclave, of a lengthy and unforgiving war — of wounds garnered in a battle of honor that Jaha's deceit had dashed in a moment of selfishness, and rendered utterly futile.
No abundance of still - shining stars outside the airlock or clean, repurposed air could pull her from the memory of the sound Roan had made when he'd drowned. Couldn't block out the thought of Indra, down there in the crypt of the first commander, awaiting a certain death she could've saved her from.
Jaha deserved her sword as much as Pike had.
" I never thought we'd be back here, " she breathed, gaze trained on the curve of the Earth down below, instead of on Murphy's. " I could have stopped Jaha. I should have gone down fighting. "
MURPHY CAN HARDLY LOOK AWAY, the sight of a dead man was not something he'd anticipated to run into on his search with echo. on the ground, sure . . . who was this man, he wondered. a father, maybe ? why die here ?
there's a soft nod in agreement, echo's comment pulling him from his thoughts. there's a ghost of a grin that pulls at the corner of his mouth at her question. she certainly was not wrong about monty and raven's near often freak - outs.
" we float 'em. " murphy says. the same fate that'd met his own father, along with countless others on the ring. of course, that was execution. murder.
gaze shifts to echo, and he forgets for a moment that she might not fully understand what he means by that. taking a step toward the man, murphy crouches down at his feet. " help me get him to the airlock chamber, " and almost reluctantly, hands grasp at decaying ankles. oh, how he didn't miss this place.
@hevives asked: ‘ maybe he died of boredom . ’ for echo!
stumbling across a dead body is perhaps the most familiar thing that's happened to echo in the six months that they've lived in space. it took nearly a week for her to reliably open the doors and turn on the artificial lights. even now, she finds herself spending the bulk of her hours aimlessly wandering the ring, waiting for raven to ask her to move heavy boxes or hold equipment, her strength one of the only useful skills she still has on a floating piece of tek. but this...
the leathered skin of the desiccated corpse is no different than that of the pour souls who'd found themselves lost in azgeda's caves, caught in the frozen wasteland of winter and left to rot. with one knee up, one leg stretched out in front of him, murphy's comment is a real possibility. whether he was left behind or stayed by choice, it's easy to imagine why someone here alone would sit down and never get back up again.
"not the most dignified way to go," echo murmurs, crouching down to inspect the body with a slightly closer eye. everything is worth something here, she's learned. "what did you do with your dead? given how much raven and monty panic over the slightest fire, i can't imagine you burned them."
what are you the patron saint of ?
patron saint of blood. patron saint of the life that flows through our bodies. patron saint of violence. patron saint of love. something that does not watch over but exists within: not for protection but for vitality. there is no passion without a beating heart at its core. when that heart breaks open, someone has to be responsible for what it bleeds.
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