[His fingers move, carding through her hair, moving in a gesture of assurance and comfort. Bellamy can feel every bit of her shaking, and he doesn't have to see her face to recognize her tears are on the way. This close, it'd be impossible to misread her.]

[When she speaks, starts crying, his arm tightens around her and he presses the side of his head to hers. She doesn't have to return it, but it doesn't mean he'll stop hugging her. His voice is gruff with the emotional volcano they're sitting in, not an angry hard just - edging on overwhelmed not by her but everything around them.] It's not your fault. I made that choice just as much as you did. Going inside the mountain was my idea.

[He remembers being struck with a strange sense of upset by her agreement, her decree of being weak coming off her initial I can't lose you too. He understood it, like he understands all of her choices, but the surprise of it was the unintended admission of how much she did care and how terrible it was to watch her try and cast it off.]

[He won't let her do that here. The Drabwurld is not home, no matter how many parallels and similar decisions they've been pushed to make. He has no regrets about entering the mountain, no matter what he's had to do so far, because it means they're one step closer to saving their people. Killing for them is just the easier part of what he'd go through for it.]

Clarke. I don't blame you, okay? Not for anything.