[ Hope is a hard thing to keep alive. What little Bellamy has left is carefully hoarded, kept alive by his people, by Clarke. The lack of answering echo from her is discomfiting, made worse by the realization that none of the small hope he's cherished can be halved and gifted to her. ]
(You can tell me, if you want to,) [ He says simply, finally. ] (Do you have that now? Here?)
[ Which seemed impossible to Bellamy, but in comparison, without anything to root her to her past, then why not? Maybe this is all there was. Maybe this connection, the nest, her brood, they could be something good for her the way Octavia was for him. ]
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( You can tell me, if you want to, ) [ He says simply, finally. ] ( Do you have that now? Here? )
[ Which seemed impossible to Bellamy, but in comparison, without anything to root her to her past, then why not? Maybe this is all there was. Maybe this connection, the nest, her brood, they could be something good for her the way Octavia was for him. ]