"Groun-nders." Miles murmured weakly.
Bellamy froze. They had Clarke. They had Clarke. Bellamy felt like he couldn't breathe. Octavia and Raven looked over to him in alarm and in despair. Bellamy knew he had to pull himself together. Think rationally. It's a suicide mission. Getting Clarke back wasn't an option. He can't risk the lives of the warriors. He can't. He's not a hero. It's not in him.
But why does that thought tear him up on the insides?
"Bellamy, what about Finn and Clarke?" Octavia asked, with wide eyes. Raven was looking at him. He hoped the girl hadn't developed a crush on him. Raven was smart as hell, brave, and tough, but he could never feel that way about her. Not when a blonde was all that clouded his mind.
Bellamy was never one to turn down sex, and that was all it was. Sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Bellamy knew he had to be gentle though, because for some reason he can't find it in him to be rude to Raven. She was worrying about Finn. Just as he was worried about Clarke.
"I'm sorry." Bellamy said, looking at her with all of the sympathy he could muster. Bellamy found it hard to do anything at that moment. Clarke was taken by the grounders. She was probably already dead.
Push out the thoughts, Bellamy. Push them out. She was just a girl. Replaceable. We could elect a new leader. We could move on.
Bellamy knew that he wouldn't, and couldn't replace Clarke. She was irreplaceable.
She was his brave princess.
Bellamy was never one to believe in hope. The concept had always been foreign to him. Since Octavia was taken away from him, he never believed hope could exist in such a world. Clarke had been showing him how to believe in something, to do the right thing. He never took her seriously, and brushed off the ideals she was trying to show him. Now Bellamy regrets that. Maybe if he wasn't so negative- damaged, she could come back to him.
He needed his brave princess to come back to him.