It was odd to be back in Tondc, long after the massacre, Harley thought. Her people were welcome there after much reluctance, but after Lexa's very strict orders, they had no choice but to be accepted. On the first trip, she insisted to tag along. This peace treaty is important to her, and she wanted to prove what it meant.

With her chin held up, a warm smile on her face, and keeping up a fearless stride, Harley made her way through. She knew that some grounders were on guard, Octavia among them with a brandishing sword, and Lexa waiting for Clarke's presence, so their discussion on what to do with their plan could be further analyzed. So far, it was going well, as Harley knew. Bellamy had made it inside, all thanks to Lincoln being brave enough to overcome what he had gone through to sneak him through the mountain.

Once the acid fog was disabled, they would march in together and retrieve their people. Raven was working on creating tone generators that would knock out the reapers to get past them. Harley wondered how Lincoln was, and if the reaper drug was still affecting him as badly as it was before. He seemed much calmer, almost back to his old self, but addiction was difficult to move past. Harley shook her head, pushing away the negative thoughts, and instead focusing on the rightful present when seeing a familiar blonde haired girl clutching a gun while pacing.

Bounding ahead, Harley snuck up behind Clover, setting her hand on the flat of her back and greeting her with a wide smile that was returned upon realizing who was behind her. "Hey," she addressed before questioning. "What are you doing here?"

Harley scanned the area before loosely shrugging. It was a mix of her people and grounders, and it may have once been odd sometime ago, but she was truthfully glad this was where they were at now. All it took was one death. Finn's, to be more specific. Harley wondered what he would say now, knowing that these people had come together after much pain in order of a nonviolent treaty. He used to believed in peace, just like her, before his wrongful doings. He even sacrificed himself to give them the chance for it.

"It feels right," Harley finally answered, admitting in truth. "I know that people died here, after.." She trailed off, referring to Finn's massacre, but knowing Clover would catch on to what she was meaning. It was difficult to mention after witnessing it. "But it's much different now. There's peace here." She turned her head back, seeing Clover was smiling with tender eyes. "We can't change what happened, but we can better our future." Harley paused again, this time, imagining the grounders and how she was the only one who believed in them from their first day, that they weren't all violent savages.

"You know, I never pictured Earth being like this back up in space," Clover confessed, thinking back to her time in the Sky Box. "Might have guessed the deformed animals, but survivors that escalated into full-blown warriors?" She shook her head in disbelief. "Wouldn't have guessed in a hundred years."

"I don't blame you," Harley responded. "But it's much better than being locked up in a cell, not knowing whether or not you'll be floated." The fear of being killed for crimes that could be minor was shared in The Ark, especially between the delinquents. Harley remembered being scared enough to speak nothing but uplifting words and phrases to the others, her friends, regardless of what crime they were in for. "I mean, I assumed I didn't stand much of a chance."

Clover nodded in understanding. "Arson, right?" She checked, only hearing of the crime Harley committed. It was mostly a rumor, alike to there being a second child, due to how she was known as the most warm hearted person in The Ark's Alpha Station, who everyone assumed would never land herself a space in the Sky Box.

"I didn't really set anything on fire, you know that, right?" Harley questioned, jokingly. "That was John. I was just trying to help him." The memory was still fresh in Harley's mind. She remembered being angry for the first time, hurt that she was blamed for a crime that she didn't commit, especially when she was only trying to guide someone into a better direction.

However, that infuriated feeling had been long gone. Murphy had a hard life, and it wasn't entirely his fault she was arrested. Harley was mostly arrested because they were siblings, and it was just assumed they were working together. Mostly, it was just a situation that described being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Except, Harley was sure that if she wasn't there, she'd had never been sent down to Earth or had even known about the life she was supposed to have before being set up for adoption.

Agreeing, Clover assured her she knew. She didn't doubt that Harley was completely harmless, who wouldn't be arrested or put into isolation for something as dark and serious as arson without reason. "I get it. I mean, Murphy's the crazy one, not you."

Despite it being, for the most part, completely true. Harley let out a muffled snort. It wasn't like Clover was entirely wrong, and that's how most people saw him, anyways, especially the delinquents. After thinking it over quickly, Harley squinted and gave the area another sweep of observation. "Speaking of him, have you seen him anywhere? Is he back at camp?" She questioned curiously. She hasn't seen him around for a while, which was unusual, considering the hard time Harley has being away from him.

Thinking alike to Harley, Clover's forehead creased before she shook her head, making Harley's shoulder slump. She almost hoped that he'd at least be here, and not too far. "I actually haven't seen him for a day or so."

"Do you think he's alright?" Harley asked in worry. Now that she thought of Murphy, she hasn't seen him for a day or two either.

"Hey, I'm sure he's fine," Clover comforted her, tilting her head. "Murphy can definitely take care of himself." He doesn't need Harley like she needs him, is what Harley thought Clover should have said. Instead, she frowned and nodded, trying to convince herself that was true.

Suddenly, there was a faint voice calling Clover's name in the distance. The blonde turned her head, finding the noise familiar as she sighed. "That's my cue. Sorry, I think it's my shift to guard," she explained, holding her firearm up. Harley nodded, ushering her away to the source of the command.

As Clover left, Harley moved away, and to her surprise, nearly ramming into a smaller figure that had slowly approached her. She let out a soft gasp from the scare, stopping herself quickly. There was a young girl, who was surely a grounder. She was small, below Harley's shoulders, with short dark hair threaded back into braids and wide eyes. She didn't look much older then twelve or thirteen. Harley felt herself smile, unsure if the child was scared of her presence. "Hello," she greeted, soft. "What's your name?"

There was hesitation, before the child responded in a shy voice. "Nova."

"Nova," Harley repeated, squatting forward and putting her hands on her knees to be equally eye-leveled. "That's really pretty. I'm Harley," she introduced.

"Harley kom Skaikru?" Nova questioned, her childlike curiosity leaving Harley's heart to warm. (Harley of the sky people?) "Did you really come from the sky?"

"I sure did!" Harley confirmed in a chime. "More so space, but basically the same thing."

At the word 'space', Nova's bright eyes lit up. "What was it like?" Her hand lifted, the tip of her thumb being brought to her mouth as she bit it timidly.

Harley beamed, content with the past memory. "Dark all the time, but it was always beautiful. I'd stare at the stars a lot. Sometimes though, it would even be a bit boring."

"What did you do there?" Nova asked next.

Slowly tipping her head to the side, Harley tried to think of an answer that wouldn't ruin the hope that Nova had that space was full of endless fun and beauty. She only spent two years in lock-up, but was never shielded from the faults that The Ark had. "I played games a lot," she finally answered. "What kind of games do you like?"

Nova lowered her hand before answering. "I have not played games."

Remembering that she was talking to a grounder, a child at that, who had possibly been taught to fight and wield a weapon since she could walk, Harley felt almost pitiful. "I can show you," she offered. As her hand went to the pocket of her jacket, Nova eyed her wearily, but Harley continued cautiously before pulling out the small white box stolen for her. Nova visibly calmed, seeing it wasn't a weapon, as it was opened and she pulled out a few cards. "I play games with these, and do really cool card tricks. Do you want to see?"

There was, again, more hesitation from Nova before she gave Harley a faint smile and a tiny nod. She reached out, grasping Harley's wrist and tugging her along to a spot next to a small shelter, that looked pretty cramped for someone to live in, but she didn't mention it. Instead, she joined her in being knelt around a wooden crate and beginning to explain the card game to Nova.

Surprisingly, it was caught onto quickly. Harley was left in a state of happiness when seeing how excited Nova was, and would even let her win more than once. She knew The Ark had harsh ways and enforced rules, but the knowledge that grounders raised young children to be warriors was distressing. She wanted Nova to have a peaceful life, especially as a child, but she wasn't a leader. It wasn't Harley's choice; but for now, she could let her be so.

It broke Harley's heart to have to stop, but she needed to when she saw Clarke in the distance, unmounting a horse. She wanted to stay, but Clarke was approached by Octavia, and she could see the look of panic she had plastered on her face. "Nova, I have to go talk to my friend really quick, but I'll be right back, alright?" She says. Nova seemed disappointed, but nodded, beginning to set the cards back into the pack. Harley stopped her, fast, by reaching out and touching her small hand. "No, it's alright," she protested. "I'll be quick. You can shuffle them, if you'd like."

As Nova nodded, more happy than before, Harley stood and brushed the dirt off her pants before dashing towards Clarke and Octavia. "How's Bellamy?" Was the first question she spoke as she followed them, practically jogging to keep up with Clarke's fast pace. She assumed she had been in contact with him since he managed to make it inside, and Harley wasn't even thinking of the acid fog, only his wellbeing. "Is he alright?"

"He's fine," Clarke answered curtly. She spoke so fast, practically breathless and clearly in a state of alarm.

"Woah, is something wrong?" Harley asked next, sensing that Clarke was tired of her questions, but concerned.

Clarke swallowed harshly before nodding. "Everything's fine. I just need to see Lexa." Octavia guided her to the commander, as Harley stopped in her tracks, watching as they approached Lexa. She knew Clarke was under massive amounts of stress, and she couldn't possibly imagine what being a leader was like. She tried to let it go, but there was a feeling that was shouting in the back of Harley's head telling her something really was wrong.

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It wasn't easy to not dwell on the bothered hunch lingering, but Harley did her best to shrug it off and center her attention on the card game in front of her. The last time she had the space to do it was with Murphy, days ago, and before Finn's death. It seemed like a lifetime ago, and it's why she was happy to be back at it again. Especially with a young girl who hasn't had the chance to do anything fun, and Harley couldn't help but let herself relax, for now. It wasn't easy, considering that Clarke was still on her mind, and the night looming wasn't helping either.

From the corner of her eye, Harley could see a flash of someone familiar passing. She turned her head, smiling when seeing it was Abby. The doctor was clutching a bag, which Harley guessed was her small medkit. She looked away from the card game for a moment to lift her arm, waving in the direction. "Hey, Abby!" Her call had the woman turning her head, a vague smile arising as she slowly waved back.

It was only for a second, as Abby was suddenly pulled to the side and out of Harley's view. She was confused and frowned, but shrugged and looked back. Nova was sliding the deck back to her after shuffling them, across the crater's top. "That's it," Harley stated, fond. "I really hope you had fun." She assumed Nova did, as the pair had done so for hours. Harley didn't mind, it wasn't as if she had much else to do, other than worry about the endless list of problems that she couldn't count.

"I did," Nova replied softly, making Harley grin. "Mochof, Harley." (Thank you, Harley.)

"What's that mean?" Harley questioned, interested. She knew a few words in Trigedasleng, but had yet to know that one.

"Thank you," Nova disclosed. "And you would say, pro." (You're welcome.)

"Pro," Harley repeated. "Does it mean you're welcome?" Nova answered in a short nod. "Thank you for telling me. Maybe you can teach me more," she suggested, figuring it would be another lesson, as to the hours she spent teaching Nova how to play a few card games. "Or, how to braid my hair," she added brightly with her grin, reaching over to playfully tug one of the short braids hanging from Nova's hair. She smiled back, shyly tugging the hair as Harley stood. "Ai leidon yu, Nova." (I'll see you, Nova.)

Receiving a beam and brief wave, Harley left at that, shoving the deck of cards back into her pocket. She looked around, unable to see any of her friends, who she had been worried about. There were more grounders than her own people, she thought, but Clover, Octavia and Clarke weren't anywhere near. Neither was Murphy. She sighed at the thought, unsure if he even was back at camp. Harley considered asking for a radio for a moment, thinking it would be best to check in and see if anyone knew where he was, but the idea was pushed aside when she heard a loud 'whooshing' sound in the distance.

Lost, Harley whirled around. Through the trees, she could see some type or orange glow heading straight for the village that she couldn't make out. She wasn't given the chance to process what was happening, or even a second to guess what it was, as there was suddenly a crash that left a blast; the pressure of impact sending Harley back with nothing but a loud shout, before she could see nothing but a blurry, black image.