Coralie Evans-Kane and Bellamy Blake. Iconic.
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"We're going to make it today, alright? We're going to make it no matter what happens. We've made it this far," he takes her hand into his own. "Promise me that you won't give up."
"Bell-"
"Promise m...
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"Cora..." Raven began but Coralie diverted her gaze to where the static-like sounds we're coming from.
"Is that a radio?" Coralie asks Clarke, walking forward and taking a look at the junk. "Can you guys get it to contact the Ark?"
"Raven says she can," Clarke nodded as Raven passed them, hiding the frown on her face as she take a seat and begins tampering with the signal.
"Calling Ark ships. Come to Ark station," Raven repeats desperately into the microphone. "Are you there? Please come in. Calling Ark station! The 100 are alive! Can anyone hear me?"
Raven facepalms and everyone else sags their shoulders until a familiar voice talks back through the radio.
"This is a restricted channel. Who is this? Please identify yourself."
"Is that Sinclair?" Coralie asks as she stares at the radio with bewilderment. It worked! It actually worked!
"This is Raven Reyes. I'm from Mecha Station. I'm transmitting from the ground. The hundred are alive. Please, you need to get Dr.Abby Griffin. Dr.Abby Griffin. Now."
"Hang on, Raven. We're trying to boost your signal." Chattering in the background is heard for a bit before Clarke's mother is heard. "Raven. Are you there?"
Clarke rushes forward and Raven puts the microphone headset between herself and the blond.
"Mom?" Clarke says into the transmitter. "Mom, it's me."
"Clarke?"
"Mom, I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a grounder."
"Clarke," the chancellor's deep voice is heard. "This is the chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?"
"Yes. The earth is survivable. We're not alone... Mom he's dying. The knife's still in his chest."
More words are said.
"Clarke," the chancellor's voice came back around. "Is my son with you?"
Clarke and Coralie share solemn looks with each other, eyes saddening on sight.
"I'm so sorry. Wells is..." Clarke isn't able to finish it, so Coralie does for her.
"Wells is dead, Chancellor," Coralie sighs. Silence. After a small amount of time, another voice comes in.
"Coralie? Is Coralie there? Is she alive?" Marcus Kane spoke up, his voice strained as he sounds prepared for better or worse.
"Hey Marc," Coralie says into the microphone. "Now's really not the time, though. My best friend is close to dying and I'd really appreciate it if he were to stay alive and breathing."
