As comforting as it is to hear those words from Clarke, they're also a touch terrifying. Bellamy's never been through anything like this before, has never had dreams so vivid. And even the comfort he might find in knowing Clarke remembers the explosion fades quickly because it's all in his head anyway.

"I do," he says as he lets out a breath, but it doesn't help the tightness in his chest. When Bellamy turns to look at the monitors again, he ignores the confusion in Monty's face, struck by how similar, almost identical, the situation is.

Emerson planting the explosives. Octavia and Maya on the ground. Clarke's mother on the table and Jasper being brought in.

"We need to take care of Emerson," he says, knowing that if things go the same Jasper's going to make his move soon, but they won't be able to help him at all if Emerson is allowed to blow the door. Again.