#blarkememe

I wrote down leaving you in Polis.

What about you?

Once the head stops telling the heart to beat, it's over.

Talking to you everyday, even though you didn’t answer, it kept me sane.

Take you and Clarke, for instance. Now that's a weird relationship, isn't it? First you want to kill her to save your own ass, even though it means the genocide of your own people on the Ark, and then you become besties, bonding over the actual genocide at Mount Weather. “Together.” You lock her up, she locks you up, you leave her on Earth, she leaves you to die in the fighting pits. I mean, it's exhausting, frankly. Tell me about it.

Clarke, you saved us all.

I won’t let you die. 

I won’t be starving ‘cause I won’t be inside. Yes, you will.