[ Logically, Murphy isn't wrong. There were other people who loved Octavia. They loved her regardless of Bellamy's sins or presence. They'd take care of her, if she'd let them. And if she didn't, Octavia would survive. Maybe in time the anger and grief in her would burn out and she would find peace. Bellamy couldn't know. He couldn't even know whether or not she survived the battle he'd been plucked from.
But it wasn't just about whether or not she survived. If Lexa was right, and all their people were dead and buried by the time they returned, Bellamy would never reconcile with her. His sister would go to her grave having disowned him, and it wouldn't matter how hard Bellamy had fought to get back to her. It would all be for nothing. ]
I know. She's changed.
[ And Bellamy doesn't sound entirely enthusiastic about that. ]
I can't give up on her. I can't.
[ That's as honest as Bellamy can possibly be without admitting that he can't resign himself to dying in some distant universe without ever reconciling with his sister. ]
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But it wasn't just about whether or not she survived. If Lexa was right, and all their people were dead and buried by the time they returned, Bellamy would never reconcile with her. His sister would go to her grave having disowned him, and it wouldn't matter how hard Bellamy had fought to get back to her. It would all be for nothing. ]
I know. She's changed.
[ And Bellamy doesn't sound entirely enthusiastic about that. ]
I can't give up on her. I can't.
[ That's as honest as Bellamy can possibly be without admitting that he can't resign himself to dying in some distant universe without ever reconciling with his sister. ]