( her theory gives him a slew of imagery that he’s unprepared for. elena hooked up to a series of tubes and monitors, somewhere out there, with her eyes closed like she’s asleep from a dream she can’t wake from. and worse, the potential outcome of never seeing his brother again because he’s locked up much in the same fashion. his mind jumps frantically from one scenario to the next as rey goes on with the kind of conviction of a person that truly and wholeheartedly believes what they’re saying.

the more he entertains it, the deeper his scowl gets and the more prominent the downturn of his mouth becomes. )

Slow down. Who’s Clarke? A doctor? Some kind of scientist? ( details are how damon processes the emotions he's driven by. he can't shape them into a weapon if he doesn't know where to aim them. he supposes he can see how tracking a drug can narrow down a location, perhaps down to the businesses that purchase those particular chemicals. ) How do you know all of this? What kind of proof do you have?

( on the one hand, he wants it to be true. he can imagine why should would want it to be. if it's more than a hypothesis, it's hope. it means tracking down the culprits and a reunion, all in one go. on the other, being a prisoner that's routinely experimented on is no kind of life. )

I was in the woods with three other people before I woke up here. I just got off the phone with my brother. If any of them are here, I have to know.