Harley's boots felt like weights, holding her to the ground and keeping her from moving even an inch. She had joined Bellamy and Kane in the throne room of Polis, the three standing to the side of the long rug in front of the crowd. Thirteen, tall candles were lit, symbols from each clan carved into the holders. Harley wasn't watching the conclave unfold, but she could hear the screaming, war cries, and weapons clashing against one another. She tried not to flinch at each sound, but it was hard, knowing Octavia was in the midst of it all.

When the curtain hanging was brushed aside, Harley's head shot up. She tried to stay still and not fidget, watching in silent terror as a long candle snuffer was lifted by the handle. "The first two champions have fallen," Gaia announced clearly. The man walked down the carpet, each step Harley observed agonizing. "Gael kom Ingranronakru... Yu gonplei ste odon." Harley held her breath as she watched the candle for Ingranronakru be put out, hearing a few people from the clan gasp.

"Please don't be her," Bellamy whispered, sounding painful as the man turned to put out another candle.

"Fio kom Trikru. Yu gonplei ste odon," Gaia finished, her voice breaking at the phrase. Harley didn't sure if she was relieved or in despair all at once. She let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, glad Octavia was alive, but shocked to hear about Trikru's fate. Gaia steps down, rushing for her mother with glossy eyes as she hugs Indra tightly.

It's hard for Harley to remain still, wishing she could do something or at least apologize for their loss. Kane speaks softly, making her head turn to look towards the elder man. "Octavia's still out there."

"You surprised?" Harley asked just as hushed. Octavia was strong, this was just another challenge she was prepared to take on stubbornly.

"Couldn't tell her I loved her." Bellamy's broken tone made Harley's heart break in her chest, knowing he felt like he missed his chance once Octavia was sent out there. "Couldn't tell her I loved her, even with the world ending." His dark eyes were full of sorrow and regret.

Nodding, Harley gently raised her hand to squeeze Bellamy's upper arm in comfort. She knew the only words she could find to tell Octavia when they were saying good-bye was that she loved her, and could understand his regret. Even though Harley loved Octavia with every inch of her soul, she did once love Clover, and wished she said it before she left her at Mount Weather every day. But she knew that Clover loved her too, and knew she felt the same. "She knows, Bellamy," Harley told him reassuringly. "She knows."

Despite the siblings faults, Bellamy did love Octavia. And she loved him just as much. Harley had seen it since the beginning, back in the dropship days when he fiercely protected her. Her words were comforting enough for Bellamy who smiled in appreciation. No matter how she felt, Harley returned it warmly as she drew her hand back.

The hours that went by were more difficult than Harley expected. She would hold her breath every time Gaia would put out a candle, remembering the grief she's experienced more than once. She had once thought Octavia was dead, but knew this wasn't the same situation. If Gaia put out Skaikru's flame, it meant she was dead. The only time Harley moved was to follow Bellamy outside onto the balcony. The cool air was kind to her skin, helping her breathe much more at the free feeling.

While Gaia peered out of a large telescope, Bellamy had a smaller one held in between his two fingers that he looked through. Harley leaned forward, hands rested on the ledge. She couldn't see much from her view, only a maze-like structure and blurry figures running a few times. She wasn't sure if she had seen Octavia yet. "Do you see her?" Harley questioned, tearing her gaze away from the battlefield to look at Bellamy.

"No," Bellamy answered in a mumble, the one eye he was using turning into a squint.

"Sangedakru is no more," Gaia spoke up, informing her keepers surrounding her. Harley sighed as Bellamy continued scanning the area. Bellamy finally lowered his scope, touching Harley's arm and directing her over to where Kane stood a few feet away, further away from the others so the three could talk quietly.

"Blue cliff warrior just killed him with a bow," Bellamy informed Kane quietly.

Kane nodded. "I just saw it," he confirmed. "So?"

"So, we saw her before the fight," Bellamy reminded them, his eyes flickering to Harley, desperate for her to believe him. She did after racking her head, remembering the warrior when she visited Octavia, seeing that she hadn't chosen a bow.

"She didn't have a bow, Kane. She had two swords," Harley said, backing Bellamy up.

Wrinkles creasing, Kane glanced back to Bellamy. "Yeah, the corvo blades," he mused, remembering so as well before dismissing it. "Well, she could have picked up a bow off the battlefield."

Scoffing, Bellamy spun on his heel and leaves, pushing past the curtain. Harley followed after him in alarm. "Bellamy, wait! What is it?" She tried to keep her voice leveled when catching up and seeing he was scanning the throne room, eyes wide and on guard.

"Echo's gone," Bellamy replied shortly as Kane joined them. With a brief but close look, Harley could see he was right. Echo wasn't anywhere to be seen. Her jaw dropped as she slowly understood, thinking back to the time they were already betrayed by her. Harley shares a knowing look with Bellamy before they both rush forward with one girl on their mind; Octavia.

"Bellamy, Harley," Kane exclaimed, trying to keep up with them. He didn't catch up with their fast pace until they moved through a door, entering a hallway. "Wait!" He managed to catch Bellamy's arm, finally stopping the pair.

"Octavia is down there!" Bellamy raised his voice, now that they were alone. "Echo is cheating, and I'm gonna stop her."

"You don't even know it's her," Kane argued. "It could be anyone down there."

Agitated, Bellamy went to leave again. "We all know who it is."

"You don't get it, Kane," Harley desperately tried to explain as he grabbed Bellamy's shoulder to stop him. "You don't know what she's done."

Kane shook his head. "Then one of Gaia's scouts will find her, and Ice Nation will be punished," he attempted to insist. Harley bit her lower lip, trying to stay calm, but growing frustrated quickly. Echo already killed one person she loved, she wasn't about to let her kill another.

"They'll never catch her," Bellamy cut in furiously. "Echo's a spy. This is what she does!"

"You listen to me," Kane said strictly, his authority firm. "You get caught on that battlefield, we all pay the price. They'll execute Octavia, and all of our people will be left to die."

"If I am right, then Azgeda has two people in this fight, and we die anyway," Bellamy fires back. "And you think I should just stay here and do nothing?"

The answer Kane has catches Harley by surprise. It was like an idea had suddenly hit him when he believed them. "No." He grew more calm instead of irked. "No, you wait until dark," he instructed. "So you don't get caught."

Although Bellamy didn't like it, he caved with a nod. Harley touched the sleeve of his jacket when he went to leave, agreeing with Kane, but desperate. "Let me come too," she pleaded, unable to handle the thought of Echo killing Octavia when this was one death she could prevent.

"No," Bellamy denied, regretful. "If too many of us leave, the scouts could get suspicious. We'll get caught," he explained. "Stay here. I'll find Echo and come back," he promised.

Dread filled Harley's chest as she nodded slowly with teary eyes. "Please," she begged, her breath shaking as he nodded back, swiveling and dashing down the hall. She tries to ignore Kane, hoping that for once, something good could happen.

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Harley eventually lost track of time from standing in the same spot for hours. She had settled herself in front of a large, rectangular window, her gaze locked into the dark sky and battlefield. Kane had retreated back to the throne room, keeping an eye on the Skaikru candle while she watched out for Bellamy. It was difficult to see, especially when night fell, but she refused to look away. Harley missed The Ark, thinking back to when she would spend time looking out the windows in the space station out to space.

Life had changed intensely since then, so much Harley could laugh here and now. She never pictured Earth like this, so full of heartache and misery, she suffered nearly every day. She couldn't even picture the day the planet would end, all because of radiation sweeping to them to make it inhabitable to live in. Harley suddenly wanted to scoff. She couldn't believe this was how they were spending the last few days here; battling to the death to decide which clan was worth surviving.

Did any of them even deserve to survive?

Almost on cue, a very familiar voice called from the end of the hall. "Harley." If it was anyone else, Harley would have never looked the other way. She would never have taken her eyes off of the battlefield, but her head suddenly snaps to the side despite it. Harley's heart skips a beat at the sight of him, Murphy. He looked identical to the last time she'd seen him before he was gone, leaving her with nothing but a radio that a grounder cruelly smashed to pieces.

"Oh my God, John!" Harley exclaimed, hit with too much happiness to stay put. She races towards Murphy, throwing herself onto him once they collide. "Oh, thank God," she cried, burying her face into his neck as her arms are draped tightly over his shoulders.

Even though Murphy had said nothing to show it, Harley can feel how relieved he is by the way he squeezes his arms over her waist into an embrace. "What are you doing here?" He finally questioned, slowly releasing her.

There was something off in the way Murphy spoke, especially the way he reached into his pocket, but Harley tries not to point it out. "Octavia's in the conclave, fighting for Skaikru," she responds. "She's one of the four left."

"For the bunker?" Murphy continues, an edge in his voice Harley can't put her finger on.

Harley nods, remembering the terrible thoughts she had earlier. "Yeah..." She trailed off, head dropping as she took small steps back, sparing another look out the window. She sees nothing, not even a single moving figure.

Puzzled, Murphy followed her movements. "I know this is all hard, and this is kind of a dumb question, but... You alright?" He asked in a drawl.

"We're fighting to the death for a bunker," Harley says. She had been ecstatic minutes ago, but the question shot hit her hard. She looked up to meet her brother's blue eyes, glinting back at her. "Do we deserve it?"

A faint smile twitched onto the corners of Murphy's mouth. "We do," he confirmed. "And I'm glad to hear you say that."

"Why?" Harley questioned, an unsettling emotion stirring.

"I'm sorry, Harley," Murphy said without answering her question. Harley was confused as to why he was very apologetic, regretful too. "I am. I hope you can forgive me." Before she can ask what the hell he means, the hand that has been in his pocket is pulled out, rising, revealing a white stick being held in his hand that Harley had to take a double look at to be sure she had seen it right. Abby's Reaper sticks.

"No - !" Before she can finish, Murphy brings his hand down, pressing the stick to Harley's neck, silencing her protesting shouts. A pin pricks her neck, and her limbs grow weak immediately, a black cloud filling her vision. The last thing Harley feels is one of her brother's arms wrapping around her back, and the other tucking under her legs. She's swept up, curled in Murphy's hold and carried away as one last thought fills her mind, that she's going to really knock her brother out for this.

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When Harley comes to, it's with a harsh jerk of her body. She gasps, air filling her lungs as her eyelids fly open. "John!" She gasped in a shout, her throat dry like she hadn't drank anything in days. The first thing she noticed is the room she's in is extremely bright, white lights burning her sight, different compared to the dark state she was in inside the Polis tower. There was a cushion underneath Harley that she was propped against, so she shifted, trying to get comfortable as she sat up and took a close look at the area.

The room Harley woke up in was like an office, complete with a desk in front of a decorate stationary. Lamps, the source of the bright light giving her a headache are in the corners of the room. She's stunned to see that Clarke and Jaha are behind the desk, leaning over it to peer at her and the figure Harley didn't notice before stirring beside her on the couch. It's Bellamy, who suddenly snaps awake, growing shocked just as she had.

"No," Harley whispered, fingers digging into the arm of the chair. She felt like she knew what happened to her, but she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe someone could be this cruel - or her own blood could betray her in a horrible way.

"What the hell did you do?" Bellamy demanded, slowly rising to his feet. Harley stays put, her chest heaving with each breath as she tries to wrap her head around this.

Jaha presses the palm of his hands on top of the table. "If only one clan could survive, it might as well be ours."

A choked noise comes from Harley's mouth. "No," she repeats, more desperate, praying this was just a bad dream. "No, no, no," she continued in a plead, standing and looking to Clarke. "Please tell me that door isn't locked with Octavia out there," she begs.

There's no response. Harley shudders, feeling sick as the truth settled in. Murphy knocked her out and carried her here against her will because Skaikru stole the bunker for themselves. She's witnessed some terrible actions in her life - Murphy being hung, Lincoln being tortured, Roma being speared, grounders killing her friends, the Mount Weather civilization burning to death, Lincoln being killed, ALIE taking over people's mind - but nothing, nothing compared to the disgust Harley was feeling now.

"Clarke, you agreed to this?" Bellamy questioned, hurt. The blonde looks away. Harley doesn't have to see her face to know she's ashamed.

"It was her idea," Jaha answered for her.

A feeling of both repulsion and rage washes over Harley. "Clarke, how could you?!" She exclaimed, shattered.

"We did what we had to do," Clarke whispered in defense.

"There were only four warriors left!" Bellamy tries to convince her. "Octavia was one of them, she might have won!"

"She might not have," Jaha argues.

Clarke finally looks up to face the two. "You're right," she said surely. "She had a chance. But Luna was in the final four as well, which means there is an even better chance of nobody getting into this bunker, of nobody surviving the human race!" She justified. "Can't you understand that?"

"Yeah, I can understand it. You did what you think you had to do, like always!" Bellamy retorted angrily. "But you can't expect us to stay down here not knowing what happened to Octavia."

Jaha gestured to the door. "We're not opening that door, son." Even his voice makes Harley furious, her hands clenching into fists are her side.

"You know what? I must have missed the election that made you chancellor again," Bellamy spat out harshly to him.

Ignoring Jaha, Harley circled the table to Clarke. "Please, Clarke," she pleaded. "You don't want to do this. You know this is wrong!" She desperately attempted to change her mind for the sake of Octavia.

Clarke doesn't reply, as the tall door to the office opens with a loud squeak. Harley looks away from her past friend to see it's Abby, shutting the door behind her. Harley couldn't tell if she knew what was happening. "I was setting up the infirmary, and I heard people in the corridor. Is it over? Did we win?" She interrogated.

"We don't know," Bellamy answered her, narrowing his dark eyes to Clarke.

Abby's eyes dart to everyone in the room, noticing one person missing. "Where's Marcus?"

Both Clarke and Jaha share a look, before the elder man responded. "He was in the tower. We sent some people for him, Bellamy, Harley, and Octavia," he explained shortly.

"Yeah, sent my brother to trick me into this," Harley adds for him, her tone laced with a venom that belonged to Murphy, not her.

Jaha ignored her, refusing to apologize. "Bellamy and Harley were the only ones we could get in time," he continued to tell Abby.

Paralyzed with shock, Abby falls silent, accepting the admission before demanding. "Give me your radio." Jaha doesn't move. "Marcus has his!"

"The walkies are no good down here," Jaha says. Shaking her head, Clarke moved past Harley to press a button on the table. Jaha swiped up a book as some type of three screen computer rises through the wood. "Clarke..." He warned.

"I'm letting them say good-bye," Clarke reassured him.

Too full of disgust at Clarke, Harley pays her no attention as she follows Bellamy in rushing to the risen computer. There a flashing warning on the screen, looking like a weather caution with red specks, labeled radiation. Computers were always Raven's level of expertise, but Bellamy shakes his head and looks up when one of them start a speech.

"I understand your need to know - " Jaha begins, making Harley curl her lower lip, knowing he had no right to try and sympathize with them. "But I promise you, there is nothing but more pain on the other side of that radio. The radiation levels have become critical, so people outside are already feeling the effects," he went on, his voice droning. "Once they realize that we took this bunker, it'll be chaos, and if we open that door, we let that chaos inside."

"I understand. Now, get the hell out of my way," Abby snarled, shoving him aside and joining Harley and Bellamy at the computer.

The keyboard is pushed aside so they could focus on the knobs of the radio. "The walkies are set to twenty-one," Bellamy mumbled. "Five megahertz." He slowly turns a large knob, and the voice waves on the screen rise.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

Harley's hand flies up to cover her mouth as she gasped out a single name. "Octavia."