The night was calm, too calm. You could see the rest of the the hundred having fun, singing along with that old speaker Finn had found in a bunker, some others drinking some of Monty's moonshine, and others simply chatting with each others.

As for you... you were just watching, sitting by the warmth of the campfire, while a feeling of peace surrounded you. After so much chaos, they deserved to have a night of fun like like that, you thought.

A figure passed in front of you and then stopped to sit beside you. It was Bellamy, who didn’t seem to completely let go of his leader role, even now, as his attention was fixed on the group of boys and girls, making sure they didn’t get into trouble.

"You don’t need that now," he murmured, taking a small sip of his drink, glancing at the bow resting in your hands. "You can have some fun too, you know?"