"Nights like this, it’s too quiet." Bellamy murmurs, gaze fixed on the dark tree-line. The firelight flickers against his tired features, shadows deep under his eyes. "Gives me too much time to think." He exhales, shaking his head. "I’ve made choices I can’t take back. People I couldn’t save." His fingers tighten around his weapon before his voice drops softer. "Ever wonder if we’ll ever stop paying for our mistakes?"