Bellamy echoes Clarke vehemently. They can't stay here and watch Jasper die on that screen, because that is exactly what's going to happen if he's stupid enough to try to kill Cage himself in front of all those guards. But they're running out of options.

Emerson's screen doesn't light up, though Bellamy isn't sure if that's a good sign or not. He knows the guard must have a flashlight in his vest if it's equipped with the same items as the one he's wearing, but they can't take the chance that he's gone. Bellamy is not opening that door again unless he must. He'd rather go out like the first time, barely understanding what's going on and not having to look Clarke in the face as he dies, or knowing she's going to die.

This is fucked up. All of this, everything in this dream is beyond fucked up.

He hears Monty say something and immediately turns his eyes back to the only source of light on the screens. The harsh lamps focused on Abigail are just enough to illuminate the rest of the room, and it's not hard to imagine what happens, especially when a silent muzzle flash lights up the edge of the screen before everything stills.

A dark figure stands over Abigail again, and Bellamy imagines he can hear the drill going, even though the only sound filling his ears is his own ragged breathing.