[Markus isn’t always certain he deserves any kind of praise, nothing that would define him as so able, so assured in his victory. But as always, it’s appreciated, and it’s used to bolster his determination moving forward — tempers the steel in his spine, keeping own self-doubt forever locked in a cage kept in shadow. Such is a leader’s burden; such is what Clarke would understand, too.

But this isn’t about him. He listens about Bellamy, the friend of hers that’s gone missing, one believed to not return to this world. His sister, able to bring people together. Brows cinch.]

Clarke, you said there was more to what you needed to talk about, more than just Bellamy gone from this world. Is it... guilt that he’s gone?