Clarke was leaning against the door way entrance with her arms folded and smiling to herself at the fact that Sky people and Grounders were eating and conversing together in harmony. She was proud that the two completely different nations were at peace now that Cage and his followers were no longer in charge of Mount Weather. She happened to look behind her and noticed Bellamy slip into the woods by himself.

"He's not the same anymore."

Octavia stood next to Clarke as they watched him.

"Maybe you could fix him."

"He's not someone lying on a surgery table Octavia."

"No, but I'm afraid if no one talks to him he might end up on one."

"So why don't you talk to him, you're his sister?"

"I try, but he doesn't open up to me the way he does to you."

Octavia walked off so Clarke could chew on her words. She knew that Bellamy could look after his own, but she couldn't help herself when she started to follow him. Since Bellamy was reunited with his people he had been acting differently. He had segregated himself from everyone and spent most of his time alone. Clarke had watched him for the past few days and knew that the Bellamy she knew was not the same Bellamy she now sees. Clarke followed Bellamy without him noticing, until he arrived at a place where she felt more at home. The dropship. Clarke slowly entered pulling back the fabric that separated the inside from the out. As soon as she had a visual of the inside, Bellamy quickly spun around pointing a gun at his unknown visitor.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Bellamy was angry at the fact he nearly killed her.

"You following me now Griffin?"

Bellamy was wondering why she was here.

"Sorry. I thought you could use some company."

Clarke was looking around at what used to be their safe haven.

"Have you been living here?"

Clarke noticed some of his personal belongings as well as small makeshift bed that lay beside a small drum used for a lightly fire.

"Is that a problem?"

Bellamy wondered why Clarke had an issue with her discovery.

"No, it's just…well you have a place back at Camp Jaha. Why do you choose to stay here by yourself?"

Clarke was curious as to why he had been separating himself from everyone.

"I just want to be alone."

Bellamy was shutting her out and quickly but Clarke felt she needed to help him get through whatever it was he was dealing with. Bellamy had started a small fire and sat beside it, staring into the light of yellow that warmed the room.

"Hey, I didn't mean to…"

Clarke was treading carefully trying not to upset him, afraid he won't open up to her. She placed herself next to him by the fire.

"It's okay."

Bellamy was slightly glad Clarke had followed him but he wasn't ready to share with her his horrific experience in Mount Weather. They sat in silence for a while afraid of where the conversation would lead to until Clarke couldn't take it anymore.

"If you need to talk to someone…"

"So what you're a Psychologist now?"

Bellamy bit back when he turned his head to look at her.

"No I just want to help."

"Why?"

Bellamy was getting defensive.

"Cause I care."

Clarke admitted a truth while he silenced himself from Clarke's words.

"You can't push everyone out."

Clarke kept pressuring him for words to come out and form a conversation.

"What makes you think I am?"

"Octavia and I are worried about you."

"Great my sister has sent the Dr to try and bandage me back together."

Bellamy stood up and exited the dropship. Clarke followed.

"Why are you upset? You should be grateful that there are people who still care about you!"

Clarke was angry he walked out on her.

"So help me Clarke, if you tell me one more time people care…"

"We do, I do!"

They were now screaming at each other.

"So is that why Charlotte had to die? Wells? Finn? If you cared, if people cared, they would still be here. Those 14 graves that lay just behind that wall they should all be here with us. We came down to this planet of dirt just to fight in a war that bought what? Death! The torture I endured in Mount Weather was nothing compared to what we had to deal with trying to survive out here. They did the most indescribable things to me just so that they could have a chance out here. And out here all I see is death."

Bellamy fell to his knees in frustration and punched the ground as hard as he could.

"Bellamy, I…"

Clarke was stunned at what was coming out of his mouth. She fell to the ground right in front of him, and reached for his face and forced his head to look up at her.

"What Clarke, I'm tired of fighting?"

Bellamy's tone had changed; he wasn't angry or frustrated anymore. Clarke could see he was tired, physically, mentally and emotionally.

"I'm sorry."

Clarke whispered.

"For what?"

"Making you go into Mount Weather alone. I should have been there with you."

"It's done now. I just want to forget about it."

"Okay."

All of a sudden it poured down with rain. They quickly got up and ran back into the dropship.