To Monty's credit, he does what he's asked. From his spot behind Monty, Bellamy can see he's shaking and is probably ready to fall apart at the seams, but he listens and keeps moving, as though it's the only thing that will keep him together.

It probably is. Bellamy would be doing the same, for the same reasons. He gives Monty's shoulder a squeeze, feels the boy go rigid beneath his hand, and he wonders what the point of all this is. Living through all these variations of how terrible being in Mount Weather had been -- for what?

There's more movement on Abigail's screen and Bellamy moves over to Clarke's side, his arm touching hers as he stands there and watches with her. He wants to reach out and take her hand, to pull her close, but that's not what happens here. Even though none of this is supposed to happen, he knows this Clarke doesn't feel the same. She might accept his comfort, but it wouldn't feel right.