I've said this before, but I genuinely hope you do. I think if anyone can, it's you. [Calm. Solid. Understanding. Clarke doesn't have the way with emotions and empathy that he has, and she can't hit someone's heart with her belief and care the way that Markus can. The way that Bellamy can. That emotional reach is so hard for her to grasp, no matter how hard she tries. Her head betrays her heart all the time, even when she tries to make it seem as if it's some other way.

More than anything, she knows better than to think that people can't change. Can't be brought beyond the brink.]

Bellamy's sister accomplished something like that. In the final hours before we knew that the world would end up being destroyed again, she managed to unite all the warring people. [It's this that acts as a transition. Bringing up Octavia, admiring her—and then choosing to separate.] She did it even though I didn't believe she could. I doubted her, but I know that she can handle it. [Does she? Or is Clarke only saying that? She knows the people are trapped in the bunker, unable to escape.

And that Bellamy is in the same situation.]

The thing is ... Bellamy. Octavia. They got separated from each other and from me. Seeing Bellamy here was kind of a ... relief. That I could see him again.