Those were the only words that Clarke needed to hear to know. This was Bellamy. Her Bellamy. Not that she had any claim to him, but he was the Bellamy that had been lost. He was not one of the others. She didn't understand, and for a moment, she wondered if she might be dreaming. How could Bellamy be here when...
Clarke took a breath and swallowed, staring at him. It was as if she didn't want to blink for fear he might disappear. She might never see him again. She'd already lost him once, and she didn't want to lose him again. Her words were slow and deliberate. "I saw your body." She told him, trying to keep the emotion from her voice. She didn't even know how to feel about this. Confused? Relieved? How many people just came back from the dead?
Finn did, she reminded herself. She didn't move from where she sat in the bed. She still didn't even want to blink. How was this possible? This wasn't like Finn. Bellamy had died here. He'd died horrifically, and now somehow he was back. She knew it was him, by the way he carried himself, his voice. And even without that, what would any other Bellamy have to gain by pretending to be this one?
"I don't...I don't understand how this is possible." Clarke told him. But she was glad, and she prayed it wasn't a dream. She prayed that he was actually back. She was afraid to move, afraid to touch him only to find out he wasn't real. That would be a cruelty she couldn't handle right now. "You're really here, you're back..."