"I think we deserve a drink," Bellamy smirked as they walked towards the gates.
Clarke stopped in her tracks, having already made up her mind and not daring to move any further towards camp, "Have one for me."
He turned to face her, confusion on his face and disbelief in his eyes as he realized what was happening. "Hey, we can get through this."
But Clarke shook her head. "I'm not going in."
Bellamy turned to face her, desperate for her to stay, "Clarke, if you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you," he waited until she met his gaze to continue, "You're forgiven."
She turned away for him, searching the faces of those in Camp Jaha as Bellamy continued to plead.
"Please. Come inside."
But she couldn't.
She turned to Bellamy with a pained expression, a burning need to know they would be taken care of while she was gone, "Take care of them for me."
"No." She interrupted, "Seeing their faces every day...is just gonna remind me of what I did to get them here."
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