❛ That “Clarke girl” is your friend. Do you really not remember? ❜
She did not stop staring like he asked. Octavia was sitting in front of him, looking for something, anything —- even a small change in his gaze —- that indicated there could still be hope of bringing back his memories. She barely ( if at all ) knew him, yet it still hurt her to see Wells like this. After all, how could they anyone explain to him that they thought he was dead? That he was killed by a little girl for the wrongdoings of his father? That the girl jumped off a cliff to avoid facing punishment? No one should have to do that. But they can’t keep it from him. He deserves to know.
❛ This doesn’t make any sense. You were out cold. How are you here now? ❜
Was it even worth trying to get something out of him?
‘ i’m sorry -- but i don’t remember her. ‘
wells wondered if apologizing will stop them from looking at him like that -- ( does she really have to stare at me so closely? ). he wanted to back up -- he wanted to move. instead wells continued to sit and let the girl in front of him continue to examine him - to see what it was she needed to see that could satisify whatever questions that she may have. ( i should have just stayed in that cell -- i’m doing nothing but hinder and hurt everyone. )
‘ the only thing i remember is waking up in a room. -- then i was found by your clarke and someone else. then i came here. ‘
