[He lifts his head, because even if he doesn't want to share the look on his face, he needs to make sure he can see hers.]
You're human, Clarke. We feel too much by nature. [Which is such a fucking corny and stupid thing to say right now, but he's not really thinking so much as doing, working through all he's just seen while trying to remind Clarke that she's still worth caring about. If all he can do is just keep - talking at her, holding her, letting her cry, it has to be better than nothing.]
Stop apologizing. You're already forgiven. [He cards a hand through her hair, like she'd been doing for him.] I don't know either. But we're not giving up, okay? We're not.
[Or what's it all worth? What's the point? Bellamy has to believe in the end or he can't deal with what's happening to them now. He wonders when he got less cynical about that sort of thing. There is so much blood on his hands, and he never really forgets. It's something he knows they share.]
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You're human, Clarke. We feel too much by nature. [Which is such a fucking corny and stupid thing to say right now, but he's not really thinking so much as doing, working through all he's just seen while trying to remind Clarke that she's still worth caring about. If all he can do is just keep - talking at her, holding her, letting her cry, it has to be better than nothing.]
Stop apologizing. You're already forgiven. [He cards a hand through her hair, like she'd been doing for him.] I don't know either. But we're not giving up, okay? We're not.
[Or what's it all worth? What's the point? Bellamy has to believe in the end or he can't deal with what's happening to them now. He wonders when he got less cynical about that sort of thing. There is so much blood on his hands, and he never really forgets. It's something he knows they share.]