"Screw the options." His hands are slick with sweat and they're trembling as he fumbles with the lock again, all of it feeding into the frustration and fear that lances through him every time he thinks of Octavia surrounded by guards and their guns.

She's become an excellent fighter, a true Grounder in her own right, but she's not invincible.

"I'm getting my sister."

Bellamy doesn't look back at the screen, focusing instead on the door in front of him. He doesn't want to look back and see the fight is over; he doesn't want to even chance it until he can get to her.