[Monty and Harper didn't make it. Make it from what? How does Octavia know? The whole picture doesn't become clearer to her. If her stretch of green was destroyed, what does that mean for the rest of the world? What does it mean for all their people? Monty and Harper didn't make it. Weren't there to see it. Had sacrificed themselves in some way to ensure the rest of them found this Sanctum.
Monty, who's good. Jasper's best friend. Who helped them take out Mount Weather. And Harper, who was one of the hundred. She had callously decided that Harper wasn't good enough to make it onto her list. But she was there, eager to help ensure that everyone got off into space.]
I don't understand. I'm sorry. [An apology that feels more like a space filler than anything. Clarke's face tells the story: how hard this is to hear. What she can't wrap her head around.]
How long has it been? Were you—did everyone get out of the bunker? And down from the ring? [A beat, as Clarke thinks, rewording her question.] How long did it take for people to get out?
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Monty, who's good. Jasper's best friend. Who helped them take out Mount Weather. And Harper, who was one of the hundred. She had callously decided that Harper wasn't good enough to make it onto her list. But she was there, eager to help ensure that everyone got off into space.]
I don't understand. I'm sorry. [An apology that feels more like a space filler than anything. Clarke's face tells the story: how hard this is to hear. What she can't wrap her head around.]
How long has it been? Were you—did everyone get out of the bunker? And down from the ring? [A beat, as Clarke thinks, rewording her question.] How long did it take for people to get out?