I don't know. [ She whispers it more than anything, a quietly hushed admission that makes her feel more helpless about the whole situation than she'd honestly prefer, but her hand tightens a little harder on Bellamy's when he asks that question, thickly voiced. ]

Oh God, Bell, don't — you can't think about it like that, alright? [ She ducks her head down, trying to meet his eyes, her own expression softening visibly from one of more thought to concern, worry that he's piling the blame on the wrong person. Tthe truth is she doesn't really know where the fault lies, but she does know it's not with him or even with Clarke for that matter. ]

You didn't do anything wrong. [ Her voice is still quiet, but firmly insistent, and she gives his hand another tug. ] I promise.