He had a choice.
He couldn't protect both of them no matter what he did or tried. Murphy would kill one of them, he wasn't one not to make good on his threats.
He could either sacrifice Charlotte's life for the princess, or she would do the sacrificing.
And he'd be left the sole leader. the King would survive while the princess perished.
But he didn't care about that anymore.
Afterwards, he reassured himself that he didn't have time to choose, that Charlotte took the choice away from him when she jumped over that ledge. But he knows deep down that that isn't true.
He did choose.
He chose her. Clarke.
He could have grabbed at Charlotte when she went to jump, clasped her hand like he had Clarke's ten days ago. Let his reflexes take over.
But he fought them, kept his hands at his sides. This was the only way to save her.
With Charlotte dead, Clarke was safe.
Bellamy wiped at the sweat and grime on his face, feeling defeated. He couldn't help his thoughts wandering to when Charlotte yelled at him, just stop! I'm not your sister!
But she was wrong, the person he saw the most of in her was little Octavia, scared to go under those damned floor boards that she was forced to call home for most of her life.
If that meant that someday he had the choice between saving Octavia or Clarke... He shook the thoughts from his head immediately.
Bellamy was petrified of his next choice, and of Clarke's eyes looking back at him, afraid she could see the truth behind what just happened.
He chose her.
