[He tenses at the sound of her voice, and he feels like he needs to pull away. He shouldn't have told her, he shouldn't be putting any of this on her right now. All he's done is add to her burden when he wants to rip it from her hands.]

[It's impossible, though. Clarke has proven herself capable of making the kinds of decisions he thought she couldn't, but it's dealing with them that keeps ruining them both. They can't take it from each other all the time. They have to - handle it. Somehow.] It wasn't your fault. What happened to me wasn't your fault, Clarke.

[If his voice is scratchy, it's probably because he's starting crying too. He doesn't deserve her hand in his hair, but he can't bring himself to break from it. It's so much gentler than metal and chains.]

Stay. Please. [Bellamy doesn't know what he can offer her in return, but he's so scared she's going to shut down, even with the way her sob racks her body. His arms hold her tighter, not hard enough to hurt but enough to - to ground her, maybe. Like she's doing for him now. It's probably selfish. He'd probably let her go too, if she needed that. There are a thousand things he would do for Clarke, but he can't figure out what she needs now.]

It's not weak. You weren't being weak, keeping me from the Mountain. We had to get in there. We're going to save them.