[ The right blood. Bellamy's thoughts hopscotch from the grotesque innards of Mount Weather to the ink-dark drip of Ontari's blood before he finds his focus, Indra's face swimming up out of his thoughts to displace everything else. ]
She loved my sister, [ Bellamy admits, because as difficult as it had been to find common ground with Indra he had recognized that over the fire. ] After everything's finished, Indra will be able to help her and Clarke.
[ Indra's fate is uncertain. Bellamy's speaking hope aloud, praying as much for the survival of their people as a whole as for Indra specifically. He knows he'll never be able to return. Whatever happens next, whatever needs to be rebuilt and remade, it will have to be done without him. As capable as he knows Clarke is, she'll need people she can trust. There's precious few of them left. ]
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She loved my sister, [ Bellamy admits, because as difficult as it had been to find common ground with Indra he had recognized that over the fire. ] After everything's finished, Indra will be able to help her and Clarke.
[ Indra's fate is uncertain. Bellamy's speaking hope aloud, praying as much for the survival of their people as a whole as for Indra specifically. He knows he'll never be able to return. Whatever happens next, whatever needs to be rebuilt and remade, it will have to be done without him. As capable as he knows Clarke is, she'll need people she can trust. There's precious few of them left. ]