Right. So, uh, can you help me carry this to the supplies tent or not?

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Right. So, uh, can you help me carry this to the supplies tent or not?
If I turn myself in they will have no reason to harm my family once so ever. I’m not that stupid I do know there will be more then just a peaceful arrangement, but I won’t be able to live with myself knowing I’m the reason for my families death? How would you feel if Tessa died, because you wanted to just keep fighting? We aren’t fighting, we are running for our lives Eden? This isn’t some action movie where we all will live and destroy the bad guy, eventually we will die. I’m not saying our whole group has to go, but maybe if I just go. I mean he can’t be that bad if he is willing to return our lost members?
Fine. Go. Whatever.
I don’t see where you’re going with this? I mean I still have family, and I’m not going to let them be harmed because of me. My family and I aren’t on the best terms, but I can’t allow them to die because of me.
And you think turning yourself in will change anything? You're already a rebel; They'll always be in danger, no matter what bullshit the president feeds you about them being safe if you turn yourself in now. It's too late. You really want to live a safe life? You should've thought about that a long time ago. I'm just saying, it seems the only choice now is to keep fighting.
No… it’s fine. How are you doing?
Oh, um, never better. How are you, though? Holding up alright? I don't think I've gotten a chance to check in on you since... the incident.
Okay but do some people not understand that my silence is a way of telling them to not talk that much to me?
Are you giving me a hint? Should I go?
No, it was generally daises and petals. Well, hopefully the others will feel that way soon. I’m barely a step up from the person I replaced apparently.
Flora was sweet, but I'm not sure she knew much about mechanics. Don't let everyone's harsh words get to you; They really like talking people down.
Vivian pulled her wrist away from Eden, glaring down at her. She wasn’t in the mood to play games, to attack Eden’s weak points with both thought and venomocity. This time, she went for it. “Eden, I’m not going to fucking sit around and keep my mouth shut. Someone needed to tell him off, and we all know it. I’m just not afraid to get shit done. I see what I can do, and I do it. I’m not afraid of falling. Unlike you. Didn’t you hear the president? He even said our leaders were unreliable! A man who doesn’t even fucking know you is calling you out. It’s your fault the people got kidnapped in the first place, and you think they’re going to come back and be happy about seeing you? Fall right back into your perfect little line of order? Ha! They’re going to join my side. Things are changing, Eden. I’ve got a group of followers prepared to take you out, and this is the final straw — you’re going down a few ranks, sweetheart. Brace your fucking self.”
Eden couldn't believe her ears. Was Vivian listening to herself? How could she actually believe in anything she was saying? Digging her nails into her palm, the eighteen-year-old tried remembering all the reassurances Tessa had given her in the past. She was the leader. She was a good leader. None of this was her fault. Still, she found the blonde's words getting to her. Not that she'd admit it. "You're an incapable, insolent, dumb child-- You know that, right? I can't believe you think words have so little weight. Your little attempt to be bad could get the rest of us killed off, and if that's the way you lead, then I fear for the people who think you could actually help us. Now get out of my face; I have more important things to deal with right now."
I’d rather be hurt then my family? I’m not sure about you but.
The only family I have left is here with me, so I can't relate, but I do see where you're coming from. I just think justice, dignity, and standing up for what you believe in are more important.
Vivian had stayed quiet during the broadcast, but during the deafening silence that occurred after the president’s speech, she found herself standing up out of reckless impulse and shoving aside the person who was working the radio. She sat in front of the machine and furrowed her brows, twisting the dials to fortify a connection. When she felt it was clear, she cleared her throat. “Hello? Hello. Hey, Mr. Sullivan! That’s a 10-4, good buddy. This is Vivian Barie Rixton, but — I guess you already know that, right? Listen, I’m not going to play formal here, Mr. President. I know you can hear this, and I know your pussy ass probably won’t bother to reply, but try this on for size — you can have a million soldiers; fuck, you can have the whole world on your goddamn side! But this little pack of rebels has something you don’t have. Drive. You’re the sick, weak fuck who’s turned on us, pushed away and alienated us. You’re the pathetic fucker who can’t even do his job and keep his country stable. The others may get fooled by your fucking prissy alliance speech or whatever the fuck that was, by your cryptic ass words. But not me. Listen in all you want, Mr. President. Ambush us again, Mr. President. Do your fucking worst, Mr. President. Because no matter what your fancy ass title is, you can’t do shit. Roger that, bitch.”
Overhearing the last few words of Vivian's speech, Eden stopped in her tracks. The sight of Vivian using the radio in the first place was concerning -- Who knew what she could be doing? -- But the words sent an alarm off in her head. Her hand clamped down on the blonde's wrist out of instinct. "Who are you talking to?" Her eyes widened, surprisingly unsurprised by the thought that Viv would send a message back to the president. Unsurprised, but still angered. This could mess everything up for them, and she wasn't about to let some reckless girl's big mouth ruin everything she'd worked for. Snatching the radio from her hand, she hooked it onto her belt with a scowl. Some people.
No of course I’m not kidding, I mean we get to go in unharmed and they basically threatened our families in a sense.
Do you really think they'd let us waltz in there after years of them hunting us down and not hurt us? They're lying so they can win. We can't let them win.
We should turn ourselves in…
Wha-- What?! Are you kidding?
If you say so, mom. But seriously wanna help me look for them?
If you're planning to go back there on your own and no one else will go with you, then yes, I'm coming with. But it's a stupid idea. We could find you a substitute.
They took them. They're not all dead. They took them. They're coming back. Did you hear that? They have our people, and they're coming back. Oh God, oh God...
You can say that again. He should’ve gotten my position. I would’ve loved to be a runner. Then again, I just did that to get here.
God, I can't imagine. That must've been such a tough journey. Really, I'm glad you're with us now.
"Shut up, Eden. You’re the leader, remember? Your job is with the group. And I’m here, so it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong," Tessa was never good at being kind like she was now. In fact, she hated doing it. Reminding people that they weren’t useless or wrong annoyed her to the fullest extent; if it were anyone but Eden beside her, she would be screaming instead of talking softly. "Thirteen," Tessa spoke again. There were hardly thirteen to begin with, if she remembered right. How could that many be dead? "It’s not your fault, Eden. It’s the government’s fault. Remember? They’re the ones killing us."
In all honesty, Eden would be nowhere if it wasn't for Tessa being honest with her and telling her to shut up when she needed to. She knew that, and she trusted her sister to always be right, so she stopped her whining right there. If her older sister, the person she trusted the most, was on her side, maybe she had to learn to be on her own side. "You're right. They're the ones killing us," she scowled. She'd spent too long being the prey-- How come she hadn't been angry about it until now? "We'll recover. We'll show them. Right?"
I don’t think there’s much to be happy about in this life.
You're still alive. That's something, at least.
Just ‘cause I’m the new mechanic doesn’t mean I’ll screw me unless you’re a fucking truck. We don’t all have the Daxton time capacity to waste.
He definitely does more screwing than any mechanic I know. I... Shouldn't have said that. I'm just, uh, glad we have at least one person to help fill in some of our missing positions.