"Alive"?? He hadn't considered that possibility in such a very long time. Bellamy brushed his hand over his eyes, trying to not concentrate any longer on the conversation she had brought up. He had answered her question. That's all that mattered. Was he being truthful? It had been so long, there wasn't a chance Clarke could be alive. As the shadow next to Bellamy stirred, he rose out of his make shift bed and began to walk to hall. As he reached the end he gazed out the window. Looking down at what was left of Earth. There was some improvement. Most of the surface was blue and where the land blanketed the planet it still looked like ash. But as the years have idly went on the ash didn't seem has dark. There even may be a hint of green. He thought himself to be hopeful with compiling these facts. How could she ask him such a question? Surely she knew the answer. Surely she knew he was lying when he told her "yes". He thought to himself once more. Replaying what she had asked him the night before. " If Clarke was alive, would you still have chosen me?" "No". It was that simple. He would choose Clarke over and over again. But what did that matter? She was dead. She had been dead for over 5 years now. Maybe everybody else he knew had been dead for that long. The depressing thought felt like a crushing feeling on his chest. Turning away from the window that feeling only deepened as he walked back to his room. Lifting the blanket to cover himself and trying not to wake the person that occupied his bed. Not his heart. But she didn't know that. Bellamy turned his back towards her. How could he face her? Echo had to know that this isn't real. He closed his eyes and for the first time in a long time he dreamt about the first time he realized he loved Clarke.