number #17 for Jacinta and Bellamy! :)
17. “You think this will make me stay?”
There was a blade in Jacinta’s right hand, a gun in her left. Despite the fact that Clarke wouldn’t meet Bellamy’s gaze, his wife was more than willing to, chin jutting stubbornly upwards.
“You tried to kill Octavia.” Bellamy waited for remorse, but none came. “My little sister.”
“Not anymore.” Jacinta busied herself clipping her gun to her belt, cold and business-like. “She’s become a monster, and you’re blind if you can’t see that.”
Bellamy watched his wife incredulously. Clarke he could understand, but Jacinta? She was a mother now, yet he saw no maternal softness in her as she cleaned blood off the blade and stowed that away as well. Jacinta strode over to him, tugging her auburn hair free of its ponytail.
“She’d push us to war. I won’t subject my child to that, even if that means parting ways.”
“You’d take Athena away?” Bellamy’s voice was hoarse with heartbreak. He couldn’t believe that his wife would say something so cutting, even if it was theoretical.
“Using our daughter against me?” Jacinta’s smile was cruel, but her blue eyes welled with tears. “You think this will make me stay?”
“What will?” Bellamy’s voice was pleading, and Jacinta’s silence was the sort of answer that he didn’t want.
Jacinta was right - the things Octavia was doing to push for war were wrong. Yet how could Bellamy be forced to choose between his younger sister and the woman he loved? It wasn’t a fair choice.
“It’s me or it’s her, Bellamy.” Jacinta shrugged her shoulders like it was simple. “I won’t be beholden to a warmonger.”