Her brother was an idiot— an actual idiot. There truly wasn't a word that described how much of an idiot he actually was. She thought he would have realized he was in love with Clarke after the first time she supposedly died, but evidently he hadn't.

Here they were watching her die a second—wait, no— a third time. They were watching her die a third time, and her idiot brother still hasn't realized that he loves the woman dying on the table.

Anyone can see it, though, and it's painfully obvious. She sees it. Gabriel sees it. Hell, Echo, his girlfriend, can even see it, and it seems as though everyone else can see it except the two idiots in love with each other.

She shouldn't call them idiots though, especially not a dying woman, but she is pretty sure they've been in love with each other since their drop ship days. However, there was always some life or death thing happening with them. Maybe they haven't had time to think and figure it out.

Well, scratch that. Clarke had time; in fact, she had six years alone to think. They both did.

But Octavia clearly remembers the day she knew there was something between the two. It was the day Bellamy and Clarke found each other after she escaped Mount Weather. Her brother in love with a girl— that was something she thought she'd never see

Now she watches her brother do everything he can to hold himself together as Gabriel said something about neural activity and death.

"...once the head tells the heart to stop beating, it's over, okay?"

Octavia looks up at her big brother as he starts mumbling to himself about the heart and the head. She watches him put his hands together and on her chest, and she puts a hand on his shoulder knowing this won't end well.

"Bell," she whispers. They'd been fighting for so long that she couldn't remember the last time she called him that.

"No. I'm not losing her again."

She hears the emotion in his voice. One of the last times she saw him this emotional was over their mother's death.

"Come on, Clarke. Come on."

He lowers his mouth to hers and listens for the slightest sound of hope.

"Clarke! Clarke, I need you. Madi needs you. Now, wake up!"

She sympathized with him. What he is on the verge of feeling a second time — she had felt before. In fact, she still feels it centuries later.

She remembers it clearly— the day the love of her life was executed. At night, she remembers the way the mud splashes as he's forced to his knees, how he fearlessly looked Pike in the eyes, the sound of the gun shot, the way his lifeless body fell to the ground.

Now her brother would forever remember the sound of the heart monitor and the way she looked as she met death every time he closed his eyes.

"Bellamy, she's gone."

"No, she's not! Wake up, Clarke! Come on," he grunts as he slams his fist into her chest, "I'm not letting you go! You're a fighter. Now, get up and fight!"

He slams his fist into her chest repeatedly. Bellamy was always the more stubborn of the two siblings.

"Get up and fight!"

It's heart breaking watching her brother do everything he could possibly think of to save the woman be loves. The very woman who betrayed him and left him for dead. The very woman who for some reason loves her idiot of a brother.

He blows air into her mouth again, and the impossible happens. She wheezes, gasping for oxygen.

"You're okay. Just breathe," he whispers as he cups her face.

Octavia is holding her breath. Is it Clarke or Josephine who survives? She watches the blonde's face for any expression hoping for her brother that it is indeed Clarke.

But he looks into her eyes, and he just knows. He knows it's Clarke, the woman he loves, and he holds her tight as they both cry.

And for the first time in a long time, Bloodreina truly smiles because Clarke is alive and that's all that matters to her big brother right now.

Sure, she and Clarke have had their fair share of conflict over the years, but she's glad her former friend is alive. After the six years in the bunker, she started to understand every one of Clarke's decisions on the ground. Clarke and her brother have sacrificed so much for everyone and the 100. The Commander of Death doesn't deserve death, and if anyone deserves happiness, it's both of them.

Now, Octavia only hopes that the two of them will sooner rather than later realize that they're in love. Frankly, she can't handle watching her brother be an idiot for any longer. But she hopes—knows it won't be much longer because whatever Gabriel said that made her brother fight meant something to them.

She thinks that, maybe, the five words Clarke is saying now really means three words instead.

"The head and the heart."