[Bellamy knows what he might have done before when this happens. Even now, that instinct is there, to pull her in close and wrap his arms around her. Her grip on his wrists is telling and he knows what it means, and the sounds that escape her cut through his chest in a way different from before. This is everything she's been trying so hard to keep away.]
Clarke. You didn't break your promise. [He does his best to sound like there is no room for argument here, his tone doing a better job than his voice which still sounds damaged, like his throat's been torn. He cups her face a little tighter with one hand, enough to get his point across hopefully without being too much, and the other moves slowly and gently towards the back of her head, but he doesn't pull her up to look at him, not yet.]
What happened - what's happening, it's not something you can control, okay? It's not on you.
[The choice to test the shard is on her, maybe, but he doesn't see it as a failure or a broken promise. Just dangerous desperation, born out of things that aren't her fault.]
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Clarke. You didn't break your promise. [He does his best to sound like there is no room for argument here, his tone doing a better job than his voice which still sounds damaged, like his throat's been torn. He cups her face a little tighter with one hand, enough to get his point across hopefully without being too much, and the other moves slowly and gently towards the back of her head, but he doesn't pull her up to look at him, not yet.]
What happened - what's happening, it's not something you can control, okay? It's not on you.
[The choice to test the shard is on her, maybe, but he doesn't see it as a failure or a broken promise. Just dangerous desperation, born out of things that aren't her fault.]