[The clarification makes it obvious, makes it clear just how deep the sense of being alone truly runs. Bellamy's departure must've felt like something permanently swept away from her life. Markus, if he were to return to Detroit, at least had the faces of North, Josh, and — later in his future — Connor to see once more. (Simon, left up on the snowy rooftop, white dotted blue with Thirium. He still wonders at his fate, cold claws of memory raking at his insides.)]

But you wouldn’t wish this place on him again.

[It isn’t even a question. He thinks, that despite a longing to a see a familiar face, Clarke is not so selfish to hope for that much.]

Still, I understand what you mean. It’s hard to think of your time spent together here as an unexpected... blessing, but in a way, it was. [And yet—] But you’re not alone, Clarke. While you’re here, with all of us, you’re never really by yourself. For what that's worth. I know it isn't the same, but it's still true.