"Bellamy!" Clarke tears her attention away from the screen, from Octavia's fight, from her mother being ground into. There's too much going on, a pounding in her head that threatens to engulf her.

"Bellamy, stop," she urges. Octavia can hold her own, but she's outnumbered. As much as she wishes there was any other way, the best choice is the one attached to the lever. "Don't leave. We can stop this. I can stop this."

She nods to Monty. "We're ready, aren't we?" Monty nods his ascent. "Yeah. Just need to open the vents."

Taking a deep breath, she grabs ahold of the lever. "Bellamy. I can save her from here."