❝ You remember that the next time you try to twist the truth to kill one of us.. ❞

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Bryan hunched his shoulders, knowing that the kindness Octavia was showing him wasn’t something she’d normally do; not here, not anymore. He should consider himself lucky that she hadn’t just thrown him in the pit instead of having him come to her and talk about it. He knew that this has to be a one time thing, one chance to prove himself to his friend and not let her down, so that he doesn’t end up in the pit like some of the others who had gone against her. Not that he was going against her, of course.

“I wasn’t trying to twist the truth to kill anyone,” His voice was almost shaky, because he was upset; he was trying not to be, but the accusation still stung, and he was desperate not to lose the one chance he had, one of the few friends he had left. “He did hit me. Maybe it might of been because he recognized me from something I’d said earlier, I don’t know. I wasn’t trying to get anyone killed, ‘tavia. I just wanted to know that I’m safe here, that’s all. I just don’t want to walk around, constantly looking over my shoulder still… Please.”

❝ It ain’t easy being king. ❞

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Bryan rolled his eyes at hearing Octavia’s words. “You’re seriously like the most over dramatic person that I’ve ever met, and that’s saying something when A, you’re related to Bellamy, and B, when you’re friends with me,” He pointed out, “And no one asked you to be king, first of all. You’re the one who made the bet and decided that whoever won got to be royalty for a day.”

“Besides,” He continued on then, “You’re not a king. You’re just the prettiest princess in the house.” He motioned to the board game that had been abandoned on the kitchen table from where the two of them had been playing the game with Harper and Monroe, “So chill your pretty princess ass out and let me finish making these snacks so we can go watch the movie, okay?”

❝ We all had our problems with authority, but none of us were sociopaths. ❞

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Bryan couldn’t help the soft, rueful laugh at Murphy’s words. “I know,” He stated softly, “And I didn’t mean it that way. I was teasing.” He sat up a little more, taking a deep breath and hugging his knees to his chest, thoughtful and quiet for a long moment. “I meant,” He continued then, “That they didn’t see it all that way. Rules and shit like that, you know? They were doing what they thought was the right things and…”

He trailed off again, thinking about it and shaking his head. “It wasn’t right, no matter what. But they felt like it was. Which, was stupid, but… circumstances change you. Hell, look at me. And you know what, honestly?” His voice was softer, afraid of how Murphy would react, “I wish I’d been with you guys.”

“ I thought there were no heroes left in this world. ”

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“No?” Bryan tilted his head, regarding Murphy quietly for a moment as he thought about the others words. “I mean, what exactly do you think a hero is, Murphy? Some perfect person who just always does what’s right and saves everyone? You realize that there’s no one in the world like that, yeah?” Bryan can’t help but chuckle faintly as he thinks about it; the heroes from the stories he’d read so long ago on the ark seemed like a distant memory.

“No one’s perfect, and what’s right for someone, might not be right for someone else. No matter how much I’d love for this to be a fairy tale, and go down to that new planet and be able to start a farm and forget all this shit that’s happened, it’s not going to happen, but we do what we can, and that’s what matters,” Bryan mused, glancing out the window for a moment, before adding almost absently, “Besides, we’ve got survivors like you, who have done so much for everyone they care about. Who says there aren’t any more heroes left?”