Harley was desperately attempting to understand how she ended up here, joining a faction and rioting against a dictator. Loss had to be the start of this. It began when Murphy left and wasn't found, and ended with Clover being left behind in Mount Weather. Grief changes a person, no matter how kind, and ends with them turning into a dark path. But once this was over, and peace was finally their last option, Harley could keep her bright smiles and optimistic attitude. No matter how much she mourned or fought, it couldn't change her; she wished.

"So - what, you left him bound in a cave?" Harley questioned, her eyebrows furrowing downwards as she picked up her pace to keep up with Octavia who was storming through Arkadia's passages. She had firearms in both hands and was rushing with good reason. Pike had already ordered Lincoln, Sinclair and Kane's death for plotting against him. He was moving them, and the only thing they were waiting for was Harper to radio in on the walkie-talkie Harley held onto to warn them as another distraction.

Octavia nodded like it was simple. "I have no reason to trust him," she stated, referring to her brother who called her, offering to help. Harley didn't blame her, Bellamy had given them all multiple reasons doubt his assistance, but if he was telling the truth, he could have been more useful.

Before Harley could respond, the radio in her hand became static before Harper's voice filled it. "Okay, S, is your team in position?"

Octavia held her chin up in a gesture and Harley pressed the button, allowing her to answer. If she had, the ones listening would know there was more than one person. They were trying to throw them off so they could hide the prisoners better. "Roger that," Octavia replied as the pair turned a corner. "We're in position and ready to intercept."

Lowering the radio, Harley hoped this worked so far. There was no position for them both to be in for now, it was only a diversion for Pike and his guards and a trick to get them to leave the prisoners alone. Once they were, they'd squeeze into a hiding spot before sneaking them into a secret corridor that Octavia had used to move in and out of multiple times. For those listening, Harley knew they were going to buy it.

Their boots thudded together in sync as they stride down the hall, while keeping an eye out for any guards. "Do you still have the reaper sticks?" Octavia asked, loud enough for only the other to hear, and coming to a pit stop. Harley nodded, opening the flap of the bag she was given and pulling out two. Octavia took one, tucking it into her back pocket. "Good. Get ready." She pressed her back flat against the wall; Harley following in suit, and carefully turning over. Pike had given the two guards left behind an order - see anyone, give a warning, and then shoot to kill.

As soon as Octavia's gaze connected with Bryan, the guard on duty, he gave her a barely noticeable nod to show he could see them. In a flash, he raised his gun and hits him over the back of his head. Harley watches as he crumbles to the ground, and sees the wide eyed men in secure lashes. "Harley, now, hurry," Octavia ordered, rushing to join them in the small room they were in and usher them under the floor.

Crouching beside the weak guard, Harley mumbled an apology for this. "I'm sorry." She jabbed the sedate needle into his neck, he winced, before his eyes shut. She grimaced, watching him fall unconscious, only feeling worse. Harley told herself more than once this was for her friends, and she was only trying to save everyone. It was only a few wrong actions.

It had been way beyond Harley how Octavia managed to tuck herself away under the floor for sixteen years. She even felt guilty, squeezed in between Octavia and Kane from being one of the last to crawl into the hole. She was a second child as well, but she was legal and despite the lies she was told, she still had a much better life compared to Octavia's. Harley shrugged off when suddenly the floorboards above them began to quiver with new weight. She froze, drawing in a shaky breath, and hoping that they were safe.

A loud male's voice became angry, but it was too muffled for Harley to hear exactly what was being said. She didn't doubt it had been Pike though. At the thought, she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly. There was a deafening crash above them, more clamoring, before thudding that vanished quickly. Harley breathed out, realizing that they hadn't been caught. Octavia rose after a minute of waiting, pushing the board above them and sliding it to the side.

"All clear," she announced to the others, pulling out the two guns stuffed with them before pulling herself out. A second later her leather gloved stuck back in for help and Harley grabbed it, allowing the help to be tugged out of the hole. She scooted back, allowing room for the three left to crawl out with a struggle. "Harley, knife," Octavia requested quickly, noticing the bounds weren't chains.

Harley reached for her weapon tucked away, moving quickly to crouch in front of Kane while Octavia helped the other two. "It's a little bit tight in there," Kane commented, attempting to lighten the moon while Harley cut him free.

Octavia lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at the former council man who heavily enforced the laws on The Ark. "Try doing it for sixteen years," she challenged. Harley handed her the knife when she finished, noticing Kane's features drop into one of remorse, but ignored by Octavia who rushed to cut Lincoln free. "Hey," she said softly, her voice becoming gentle. "We'll come back for Denae and the others. I promise."

"They'll be safe," Harley added, seeing the way Lincoln was not only concerned but saddened despite being saved. "We all will."

The stiff posture Lincoln had relaxed from the assuring statements coming from both friends as he shrugged off the binds. Sinclair was next, free within seconds as fast as the other two, and just in time for Harley to see Abby and Miller arrive. She couldn't help but smile when witnessing the grin Miller and Bryan shared when they stared at each other purely, happiness swelling in her chest.

"I told you not to do this," Kane told Abby once he saw her, strict.

"Why would I start listening to you now?" Abby pointed out.

Octavia picked up the gun she snatched, tossing it to Miller who caught it. "Harley," she spoke. "Do you have your pistol?" Without a word of response, Harley lifted the hem of her jacket to show the holster with the revolver tucked in. Octavia caught view of it and nodded in acknowledgement, swinging the gun's strap on her shoulder.

The radio in Harley's hand went off again before she heard a very alarmed Harper on the other end. "Okay, S, come in." Confused, Harley and Octavia shared a lost stare. Neither remembered having to talk on the radio again, this was supposed to be a simple slip in and out trip to save their friends from Pike.

Seeing the way Harley and Octavia had looked at each other, Lincoln's forehead creased in concern. "What is it?"

"This wasn't the plan," Octavia explained shortly, borderline panicking. "We used their frequencies so they could hear us."

Pressing the button and lifting the radio, Harley spoke into it. "Go ahead, Harper. What is it?"

"Stay where you are." Harley froze, stunned at the way Harper talked with such urgency in the single sentence. "Repeat, stay where. The exit is not clear."

Hearing Octavia curse under her breath, Harley tried to remain calm. "Is it the guards?" She couldn't began to picture how many Pike had sent out when thinking the prisoners already escaped.

"Yes," Harper answered firmly. "There's too many. I said to stay put."

Lowering the radio, Harley looked from the door to the others. Her mind was whirring, processing what she had just heard, and coming to the conclusion that they didn't have any other option to fall into. "What do we do?" Her tone small and laced with panic. But none of them knew how to answer, all equally frightened and clueless as Harley was.

Suddenly, the speaker on Harley's radio filled the room once more, but this time was clearly a male. "Calling all guards. The prisoners are headed for the main gate. The prisoners are headed for the main gate! Over!" It was too familiar, and Harley couldn't lie and say she wasn't surprised by who it was.

"That was Monty?" Octavia guessed. The shock faded as Harley grinned and nodded, figuring this was the end of speaking on their walkie-talkies.

"Guess he's with us after all," Miller commented, cocking his gun.

Kane looked worried, rising from the cot, prepared to leave. "Pike will find out." The fact stung Harley a bit, knowing that Pike could easily find out who each of them were. Monty could be next.

"We don't know that," Abby said. "What we do know is that we have to move." Knowing that she was right, and the guards that had cleared the halls will find out soon that nobody is at the main gate, they had to leave now. The small group moved down the unoccupied halls to where Harper was waiting for them with an open latch. The passage way would lead them to the outside, where they could pass through the woods.

When they arrived, Harper was as Harley expected, prepared with the latch's door swung open for access. As they were loading bags with supplies in, each taking their share, Arkadia's loudspeaker filled their ears with a soundly echo. "Attention all citizens," it began. "Emergency lockdown is in effect. Return to your quarters immediately."

Harley hiked up Octavia's bag that she had been carrying, the weight of her holster and handgun pressing against her, reminding her that she was armed. Instead, Harley tried to smile, reminding herself they were almost out. She turned her head, seeing Abby and Kane say their good-byes with a passionate kiss and The Ark's farewell being uttered as; "may we meet again" before Abby left.

"Wonder when we'll be back," Harley pondered out loud. She assumed it would be when Pike was brought to the grounders and they were in peace once more.

As if someone wanted to answer her question, the radio clipped to Harley's belt still buzzed before someone had talked into it, their familiar low voice making Harley shudder.

"I have a message for the traitors of this camp. There will be an execution today. Either turn yourselves in or the other grounder prisoners will die in your place."

Harley's jaw slacked open, astonished Pike could make such a statement like that. How could someone be as cold as this, she thought.

Whirling around at the sound of sudden footsteps, Harley became wide eyed when seeing Lincoln turning, prepared to walk the way they had come. Octavia rushed to tug him back. "Please, don't! Wait!" She pleaded.

Lincoln faced her, a shattered feature taking over his tough facade. Harley felt cold at the sight. "I can't let them die because of me."

"Please," Octavia begged. "We're almost out."

"I know what you're feeling," Kane cut in seriously. "But they're searching the station and we need to go. Now."

Lincoln gave them a curt nod. "You should," he agreed in reply, but still stubbornly ready to leave them and save his people.

"Fine," Octavia finally caved. "I'm going with you."

Harley was sure she could physically feel her heart drop in her chest. "Octavia, no," she interrupted in a plea. She hadn't wanted either of them to leave, but the idea of Octavia going as well left a pain she couldn't explain.

Holding up a hand to Harley, Octavia said genuinely to Lincoln; "Oso throu daun ogeda." (We fight together.)

Gently cupping Octavia's face, Lincoln became fond, but his voice broke, giving away the true intention. "I love you." He leaned in, kissing her, but it wasn't natural. It was good-bye. Tears pooling, Harley was helpless as she watched him reach into her back pocket and pull out the reaper stick. She wasn't given a chance to protest, to stop him, only able to watch with a gaping mouth as he plunged the needle into Octavia's neck to sedate her.

"No!" Octavia cried out, her eyes shutting as she became unconscious. As she fell, Lincoln caught her, hoisting her up into his arms and staring at her form longingly. Despaired, tears finally rolled down Harley's cheeks. She couldn't stop him. Nobody could. Lincoln wasn't leaving this camp with them.

Reluctantly passing Octavia to Kane, who accepted the limp girl, he asked Lincoln what he was doing. He lifted his head, gripping Octavia's hand. "Same thing you'd do for your people," he said like it was easy before making a request. "Just get her out of here."

"Lincoln," Harley uttered brokingly. She knew there was no stopping him. Instead, she lurched forward, throwing her arms over his shoulders and hugging him tightly. His broad arms wrapped around her smaller frame, returning the embrace as she cried into his neck. Harley didn't want to picture the last time she'd see him. She sniffled, pulling away when Kane bid her to from behind them. She gave him one last teary look. "Leidon," she whispered. (Good-bye.)

As Harley stepped through the latch, passing Kane, she heard him say his good-bye to Lincoln as well. "Ste yuj." (Stay strong.) She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, stifling sobs as she heard the latch shut. She picked up the pace, unable to turn around, and joined with the others who had been patiently waiting outside.

"Harley?" Miller greeted, lost. He looked past her to only see Kane and Octavia, without the last man. "Where's..." His sentence trailed off when the truth hit them all.

Lincoln wasn't coming with them.

Octavia didn't wake up until they were a good distance away from the camp. She was laying chest down on a horse led by Kane, far away from Arkadia, from Lincoln. It was raining lightly, masking the streaming tears on Harley's face, and it was fitting with the heavy silence. Harley wanted to tell herself that she'd see Lincoln again, that this couldn't be the end, but Pike's words were clear. There would be an execution today.

Gasping for air, Octavia whispered one name. "Lincoln." She was weak, but that didn't stop her from struggling to get off the horse, landing on her knees in the mud when she couldn't stand. She crawled forward, desperate.

"Octavia," Harley mumbled softly, following her. She set her hand on Octavia's upper arm. She accepted the help, allowing Harley to pull her up. "Octavia, wait." She tried to stop her with a tug as she limped to a bush. Catching up, Harley grabbed her arm again, her gaze following forward to see Lincoln on his knees and Pike with a gun in his hand.

This time, neither of them could fight the tears. Harley shook her head, gently tugging on Octavia's jacket when approaching her from behind. "Octavia." She knew what was going to happen. She couldn't let her view the inevitable. Octavia's face was already so broken, and this would completely wreck her. She'd never be able to get it out of her head. "Octavia, don't watch.."

Octavia's mouth opened, but no words came out. Even though Harley told her not to watch, she couldn't manage to peel her own eyes away either. Destroyed, she couldn't turn, not even when Pike lifted his gun, pointing the barrel directly to Lincoln's temple. For a second, she wanted to hope. Harley wanted to believe that something would happen, anything, but this. Lincoln only stayed to keep his people safe. He was selfless, brave, and more than anything, innocent. He didn't deserve this.

A gunshot rang. Hit with devastation, Harley watched blood blow from the side of Lincoln's head. She choked out a wrenched sob as Octavia cried a single word. "No." There was no other way she could express her grief. She couldn't scream, couldn't make any noise louder than a distressed cry. Harley lastly could see Lincoln's body hit the ground, lifeless, before gazing to Octavia.

The agony that was once crossed over Octavia's face was replaced by a furious rage; her eyes narrowing sharply. Following the stare, Harley realized it was directed towards Pike. She was too sick with a straining, painful misery to see the darkness blooming inside Octavia from witnessing the last time she'd see Lincoln alive.