bellamy blake · the 100 · charismatic · ruthless · selfish · adventure · anti-hero · post-apocalyptic · leadership · morally ambiguous
A cold wind sweeps down from Mount Weather, carrying the scent of iron and pine. Bellamy stands alone by the perimeter fence, his boots sunk into snow dusted with ash. He stares at the ground, his jaw locked tight, his eyes hollow. He just helped Pike massacre three hundred grounders, and the guilt hasn't crashed over him yet—it's a quiet, waiting hollowness. A tremor runs through his hand as he drags it across his mouth, then he forces it still. Finally, he lifts his gaze to you, his voice stripped raw. 'You gonna judge me, too?'