Neither of them have ever wanted this-- the allure of command had been irresistible in the beginning, especially as the oldest, but Bellamy could never have imagined it would bring them here. He desperately wants out of this warped dream, wants to be back in his escape with Clarke, where nobody demands anything from him; especially not himself.

"Come on," he tells Clarke, and though he can't feel her hand beneath the glove, he takes it and squeezes anyway, an assurance that he's on her side. He leads her away from the console and over to Monty, who is staring at them in a way that Bellamy has come to recognize. Fear and resignation as he looks to them for an answer.

His eyes track back to the screens, where he can see Octavia is still alive -- but if he knows his sister, she won't want to stay on the ground for long, even with the odds stacked against her. They have to save her. Save all of them.

"Is there anything else we can do to get Cage's attention?" It's a long shot, considering Dante's body is only a few feet away from them, but they have to do something. When he looks back to the other screens, Bellamy curses under his breath. Emerson looks dangerously close to being done but it's Jasper who catches his attention. "What the hell is he doing?"