You’re our Chancellor
When Clarke found Abby in Medical, cheeks flushed and eyes shadowed with panic, bearing the news that Marcus was missing from the speech he was supposed to have given their people twenty minutes ago, Abby didn’t have to think hard to know where he would be.
She had snapped off her gloves, cleaned up, and within minutes she was hurrying back down the metal hallways to their old room, the Chancellor’s headquarters.
Sure enough, when Abby pushed the door open she saw Marcus sitting on their old couch, his elbows on his knees and face buried in his hands.
The Chancellor’s pin was sitting on the coffee table.
“It seems ridiculous now, doesn’t it?”
Marcus slowly lifted his head up at the familiar voice, revealing tired eyes and a tortured face. It broke her heart. Still, Abby tried to swallow back the grief she felt too, and tilted her head to the metal pin on the coffee table.
“Electing another Chancellor and a new council. Picking up the pieces and moving on, as if nothing had happened.” Abby walked over, her eyes softening compassionately. “Marcus, I know this is hard, but our people need to hear you. They’re out there, lost, pained, confused…they need their Chancellor.”
Marcus lifted his gaze up to hers, his chest tightening as he saw the same flicker of light, of hope in her eyes. With a heavy breath, he said “Abby, we have six months left to live.”