[Bellamy swallows a little too hard, then runs a hand over his face. Somewhere deep down he knows he was powerless, but that's warring with the reality he's lived with his entire life: Octavia is his responsibility. Old habits die hard.
But they can't talk about this now. He doesn't even know how to voice the fact that no matter how much he tortures himself, it won't make up for letting Octavia die.]
Clarke. [His voice is quiet and strained, and he brings a hand up to cup her elbow.] We need to take care of your arm.
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But they can't talk about this now. He doesn't even know how to voice the fact that no matter how much he tortures himself, it won't make up for letting Octavia die.]
Clarke. [His voice is quiet and strained, and he brings a hand up to cup her elbow.] We need to take care of your arm.