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[unburdening]

They say that if you hear something often enough, you start to believe it.

Bellamy knows that Lincoln's execution was not his call. He knows that he reached out to Miller and Harper, to Octavia, to stop it. He knows he wasn't even near Arkadia the day it happened, had no part in Pike threatening the other Grounders in lockup.

He also knows that he's culpable, that he helped Pike get and keep the position of power that allowed him to do these things. That he didn't argue hard enough against the extreme measures, that he was too willing to let Pike give him a target for his rage and grief. That however sorry he is about it now, he wasn't when it would've mattered most. He argued against killing the wounded, against taking the village, against the executions. But when Pike didn't listen, he did those things anyway. He agreed to help them massacre the army in the first place. He stopped Kane from turning Pike over sooner. He made himself blind to the factions of Grounders. That's the truth. That's on him.

You killed him. You made me this way. He is dead because of you. You're the reason they need saving. Everything that's gone wrong is because of you.

He's run out of defenses. And maybe the's the way it should be. But Kane had a point: it's more important to look forward right now than to look back. The most important thing is to figure out a way for humanity to survive the oncoming death wave. Everything else will have to wait beyond that, assuming any of them survive that long. And in the meantime, they save who they can save today.

No amount of wishing he can save his relationship with his sister is going to make it so. But he tried to save her life, and that's going to have to be good enough for today. Tomorrow might be different, or it might not; but since tomorrow isn't promised for any of them, it can be dealt with then. One thing at a time.

He exhales.

"Yeah," he says at last. "Maybe. But if I have my way, at least one of us is gonna have to live with that."

At least one of us is as much of a concession as she's going to get. Then he goes to pick up those binoculars, abandoned not far away on the ground, to put them back on the shelves; and after that, if she doesn't stop him, he'll leave.