He offered a tight smile in response. Clarke couldn't stay away. He guessed that was a good thing. He hadn't been able to convince her to stick around at home, but small spaces meant she didn't have a choice. He glanced over at the blonde for a moment before returning his attention to the flames flickering in the fireplace. He wasn't sure where to go from here. How to make it clear that she was forgiven, how to make the point they were in this together. He did that already.
"They tagged me for harvest," Bellamy started, because he knew she knew what that meant with no extra explanation. "I was strung up and they were draining my blood. You never would have seen me again, I'd be Reaper chow," he put it bluntly, his voice gruff. "Maya found me and made the call to help me out. She watched me kill that man. She knew I would kill those guards who had Fox. I irradiated the dorms after Dante told me how. I blew up the room with the acid fog and everyone in it," Bellamy pointed out, "I had their blood on my hands before you got there, Clarke." It wasn't a contest, it was sharing the load. He was just as guilty as she was and he wanted that to be clear.
"And I would do it again," he said firmly, after a beat. "They left us with no choice. We saved our people. Cage turned it into us or them, and I would choose us every time," Bellamy said. "You can't bear it for me. I made those choices and I made them before you ever did." Hadn't it been his idea to infiltrate the Mountain in the first place? "So does that make me a monster?" Bellamy looked to Clarke again. "Should I be the one walking away?"