Harley's feet felt heavy with each step she took. The only image flashing through her head repeatedly was Finn, with his head down, and blood sporting his shirt. She knew it was something that he had coming, an unavoidable tragedy, but it didn't fix the crack in her large heart. She didn't believe for a second that anyone deserved to die, and there were other punishments. But that isn't what the grounders believed. And because of Finn's death, Harley knew that they for now had peace between them. It still hurt that she couldn't save him despite doing her best, but she tried to think of the positive.

They lived in peace now. There was no need for a war anymore. Harley still shivered when she thought of Finn being tied to the post, but the idea that their peace treaty opened in his death was enough to lift her spirits, even for a minute. Even though she had been threatened by Finn's presence after his massacre, she felt as if she needed to tag along for the funeral. His burial would take place in the village that it had taken place, and Harley knew it had to be proper. She would say the final goodbye to one of her past friends, as she would always try to do.

Finn's body was being carried on a long post that Raven hitched a ride on. Harley could see the broken heart she was sporting, and it made her hurt as well. She was still upset that she was tricked into bringing Murphy to the dropship where she planned to give him up as an offering, but she was willing to let it go when knowing how much Finn meant to Raven. He was all she had left. Harley didn't know what she would have done if the roles were switched, and it was Murphy that had committed the mass murder.

Suddenly feeling a warm hand grasp into hers, Harley lifted her head slowly. She wasn't surprised to see it was Clover, lacing their fingers together. She still had a gun from being a guard, but it was hung over her shoulder and only there in the case of an emergency. Grounders were no longer a threat, and they were walking with them to the village. Harley gave Clover a timid smile, knowing that she had slipped away a few times and worried her, but with good reason.

"After this is done, we'll get the rest of our friends back," Clover said, soft. She was concerned with their friends in Mount Weather equally as much as Harley was. After Clarke closed the lever and the ring of fire went off, she had taken off to try and find help from their friends who had mysteriously disappeared before running into Bellamy and Finn. "We just have to leave it up to Clarke and Commander Lexa to plan it."

Nodding, Harley was on the same track. She had all her faith in both of the leaders, knowing that with Commander Lexa's army and the intelligence of Clarke's, they'd bring their friends safely home where they belonged. According to Clarke, they were prisoners at the mountain. It was almost ironic and amusing to think that once the old Chancellor had ordered them to find the location for supplies if they survived the landing to Earth. Now, they were going to be making a plan to break in.

"And you'll be one of the guards who get to go," Harley commented. Clover is a good shot, after learning from Bellamy. It was clear they would need everyone who can handle a gun properly to attend. Harley didn't think she'd be given the chance, even if she wanted it. She had only been explained how to use a gun, and had never been able to pull the trigger. The injury scarring on her side was, unfortunately, a permanent reminder of that.

Clover frowned, knowing that being unable to attend was leaving Harley distressed. She wanted to help too, even if she couldn't. She squeezed her hand as a sign of solace, to ease her. "I'll insist you come too, tell Bellamy or Octavia," she stated. "They'll be listened to." She knew how much it meant to Harley that their friends were brought home, and even if she didn't believe in violence or conflict, she belonged there with her kind heart as much as any guard or warrior.

"Thank you," Harley said, touched and appreciating it. Even if Clover wasn't an higher up guard like Bellamy or ones from The Ark, she'd still value the effort. She looked forward, setting her sight ahead once more, and seeing the commander riding on a horse besides a burly man who looked very tough and hostile. They were speaking their language to each other, and Harley wished she understood it. She could only remember the moving phrase Nyko told her that they had said before death.

Commander Lexa is pretty, Harley noticed, but looked equally as fearsome as her people with sharp looks and black face paint that circled her eyes and pointed down to her high cheeks. She held a stone face that remained the same, and Harley wondered what would soften her. For someone to be so cold; she didn't know if Lexa could have a weakness. She thought of the box of cards jammed in the deep pocket of her jacket and a warm smile was lifted to her face before she turned to face Clover again. "Do you think the commander would appreciate a cool card trick?"

It was a joke that made Clover grin and let out a small chortle. She didn't know if Harley was serious or not, but the idea of seeing such a sweet girl doing what she could to entertain the formal commander was comical. She knew that Harley was a bit too scared to do so, and stifled the laugher by shaking her head. "I don't think that's the best idea." Harley let out a low shrug, thinking that if she could make Murphy of all people smile with her deck of cards, she thought she could do the same to anyone.

Instead of giving it a try, Harley chose to know her place and keep her fun card tricks and games to herself, only to be shared with close friends or people who wouldn't slit her throat if she looked at them the wrong way. She didn't consider that the grounder's still wanted some of them dead, and didn't believe in the peace treaty like she did herself. It was comforting for Harley to think that maybe they did.

The view Harley had was only proven when night fell over them. The people travelling decided it was best to sleep until the next morning, to preserve their strength instead of using whatever was left to travel through the woods. Clover didn't bother with a tent as most had, being a girl that enjoyed nature, and instead spread a made sleeping blanket out next to Harley's. However, she noticed that the other was glancing wearily towards Clarke. She was setting up her place close to the grounders, who were setting a fire and preparing themselves more than a few feet away.

"Clarke," Bellamy called out, striding forward. He squatted next to her, refusing to look away from the grounders, always on guard. "It's safer on our side."

Harley watched as Clarke shook her head, disagreeing with him. "We need to trust them, Bellamy," she pointed out. "There are no more sides." She was absolutely right.

With that belief in mind, Harley gave Clover a shake of her head and grabbed the corner of her parachute that was made into some type of sleeping mat. She dragged it to where Clarke and Bellamy had resided, kicking aside some sticks and leaves, before patting it down. She plopped herself on top of it, pulling her knees to her chest and catching the eyes of the grounders who were staring at the three, closer than they should have been. Harley was sure her bright smile was caught by the glow of the fire, and she lifted her hand, shooting them a wave of her hand in greeting.

If they were startled by Harley's burst of kindness, the grounder's didn't show it. It wasn't as if she would stride into their camp, but she knew it was always nice to be friendly and show how harmless she was. She stretched to her side on the thin mat, shifting so she wasn't directly laying on her scar, and seeing that Clarke was staring at her. Harley tilted her head, trying to imagine how Clarke felt. "You believe in them?" She questioned, referring to the grounders.

Clarke nodded, slow and hesitant. "I have to." She didn't have to say it, but Harley caught on. If she didn't, then Finn died for nothing.

"Well, I do," Harley started expressing her opinion. She looked to the grounders again, knowing it was because she could see the good in everyone, no matter how ruthless or cold. "Because there's always a light in everyone."

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When approaching the gate in front of the village, Harley thought of it like the dropship. Except, there's was made of more sharper supplies, clearly a threat. She bit her lower lip, unsure of how they would feel about the peace treaty. There was so much she had yet to learn about the grounders and how they acted, Harley even wondered if they could hold forgiveness. Considering that Finn's body was with them, and they would be given the right to hold the funeral here, they had to. Plus, she knew they all trusted and followed the commander's orders.

One of the grounders from inside shouted loudly upon seeing the arrival. "Slak emo down!" (Open the gate!) Harley didn't understand what he was saying, but caught on quickly when the gate was pushed to the side, allowing them access. A few grounders poured out first, helping the commander and her protector off her horse while some others approached Harley and the other sky people.

One of the men held a bucket out, making his demand simple. "Weapons."

Lincoln was the first to step forward, unsheathing his dagger and passing it into the bucket. "We need to disarm before we enter," he explained shortly. Harley assumed that Lexa didn't have to, being the leader of them and all. One by one, they each laid their own weapons into the bucket until it was in front of Harley. She didn't hesitate in pulling her handgun out of her holster and dropping it in, before reaching for her belt and grasping the handle of her knife, dropping that in as well. From beside her, Clover was as reluctant as Bellamy to pass over her gun, but knowing she had no other choice, complied anyways.

"Heda!" Gustus, Lexa's protector, called over to her. "Ogeda klir." (Commander! All clear.)

Lexa nodded, tilting her head in a motion for her to be followed. Harley straightened her back, attempting to at the very least seem as brave as the others before following them into the village. She remembered the first time she was there, and how many dead bodies had laid on the ground, covered in blood and bullet holes. Harley tried to tell herself, that despite it being days ago, that this was a different time. They were given a second chance to fix what Finn had done.

"Heda! Monin hou!" (Commander! Welcome back!) Harley could hear a few grounders greet the commander in the lead. But the warm moon was changed when the grounders caught sight of who was joining them. They automatically raised their weapons, prepared to defend themselves. "Hakom op yu lid in emo hir?!" (Why have you brought them here?!) Harley was alarmed, worried someone would throw a spear. Despite not understanding them, she assumed by their hostile greeting that they weren't happy.

As Harley followed the group into the village, passing through more grounders, more repeated shouts echoed in her ears. They were all angry, she could practically feel the burning gazes on them. "Wamplei gon Skaikru! Ripa gyon au hou!" (Death to Sky People! Murderers go home!) Harley exhaled sharply, only understanding the word 'ripa' from Nyko, when he pinned Finn against the wall and called him a murderer. She hadn't liked the feeling that came when being called a killer.

Lexa came to a stop when a grounder stopped her, planting his feet directly in front of her boldly, before making his fearless declaration. "Skaikru ban we ething kom ai," he spat out, his eyes turning cold and snake-like when looking over Lexa's shoulder, staring directly at the unwelcome guests. "Ain houmon, ain yongon!" (Sky people took everything from me. My wife, my child!) The shattering look on his face broke Harley's heart, and she almost wanted to hug him.

Gustus stood in front of Lexa, directing an arm in front of her to shield her before speaking in a commanding tone. "Step au." (Step aside.)

"Ripa op nou monin hir," the grounder retorted, denying, shaking his head. (Murderers are not welcome here.)

Without a word, Lexa looked from Gustus to the unfriendly grounder. Harley caught on that it was a signal when Gustus lurched forward, one large fist swinging forward and knocking him to the ground. She gasped, watching in horror as he continued to mercilessly beat him. "T-To their own people..." She stammered out, coming out as a soft whisper, paralyzed when realizing they would do anything to prove a point, even to their own people. Harley didn't even know if he'd kill him.

Thinking alike to Harley, Clarke rushed forward, grasping Lexa's arm. "Commander, stop him, please," she pleaded, seeing Lexa's hesitation. "They'll blame us for this too."

Lexa mulled it over for a moment, before realizing Clarke was right. "Teik in em raun." (Let him live.) Harley was shocked by the way Gustus immediately stopped, lifting himself off the limp and bleeding man at the sound of her order. She had wanted to help him, but in fear stayed put, and a grounder made sure to help him up. Lexa stepped forward and firmly stated. "The Sky People march with us now. Anyone who tries to stop that, will pay with their life."

The threat hung in the air in a dark way as Lexa whirled back around, taking the lead once more as she directed them further into the village. Bellamy shook his head before following, muttering under his breath. "Warm welcome." Harley scanned the area surrounding, knowing he was right, and seeing the grounders only remaining still due to Lexa's order. She tried not to worry for them, instead, only wanting to finish this funeral and say a proper goodbye to those deceased.