@deathbriinger like for a starter from the first episode of season 3
There’s still a ringing in his ears from the blasts of bullets that had been fired from the guns that surrounded him. He takes a deep breath, trying his best to steady himself as he works through the word Wanheda. Who could they have meant? He had learned the language from Octavia and parts from Lincoln but that word was even without meaning to his own sister. His gaze rests on her then, nodding. “Get him back as soon as possible. Take one of their horses.” He continues his orders for the others before he pauses then, a moment of time with no one but his sister. “Take care of them, O.”












