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[unburdening]

There's a part of him that expects her to pull away. To draw back, to reject the contact just like she's rejected every other form of contact for the last few months. Maybe this still isn't okay, even after he got the doors open, after they hugged, after she swore the others to keep a seat for him in the bunker. Octavia isn't the only one who tenses, and he almost draws his hand back.

But the moment passes.

"Yes, you do." He speaks firmly, eyebrows lifting emphatically. "You've been leading them since the conclave, O. Not because of what you did, but because of who you are. That's what they responded to, and that's what they're still responding to."

[throudon]

"I gave a speech," she replies, hushed and just on the edge of keening. "That's not gonna last down here. You know that."

What they need down here, for five years, is a leader that knows what they're doing. Knows what people need, negotiates and coaxes and knows how to keep everyone fed and working. She doesn't know how to do any of that. Throwing her weight around can work for now, for a week, a month--but after that? For years?

She looks over at the guards again, straightens her spine and tries to compose herself.

"Just make it fast."