Octavia | With Nadezhda | The forest
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Octavia watched as the grounder moved about her campsite and fiddled with her sword and the fire. When she returned and cauterized her wound and placed the salve overtop, she tried to suffer through and not wince but was unsuccessful. She really had no idea why this girl would be trying to spare her now. Even her response provided Octavia with no answer.
Juice drain, juice down? What the hell does that mean?
She thought to herself as the salve stung at the tender burnt flesh on her neck and distracted her. Really? Were there not more humane treatment methods? Then again, she's obviously not trying to be civil. Fighting through it, she wondered why on earth she was even in this position in the first place. Glancing down at the tracker on her wrist, she cursed those idiots in the stars for sending her here. She'd been better off being floated, but it also gave her an idea.
Tugging her arm up, she exposed the metal clasp and glared at the grounder, "I doubt you can understand me but if you do know this: this clasp is a tracker. My people are observing all of us. If you kill me, they'll know when and how and they'll invade. Unless you want an entire army on your hands with advanced technology, you'll rethink this."
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