[His mouth tightens at Kane's first take on a reply. The first part is right. The second part shouldn't even be said, because there's not going to be any back where they started. They find Clarke or they keep looking until they find Clarke. Now that he's out here, he's not going back. Not without her.

Not without talking to her, if he's honest. The firm unwavering way that he thinks of what that meeting will be like, how it will end--it's not so firm when he thinks about the last time he saw Clarke. But it's been months. She can't be gone for good. He has to be firm about even the way that he thinks, because anything else--

Lack of immediate protest means that Kane gets around to his agreement anyways. Better than nothing. Bellamy shoots a look back at the knight-captain (former? what are they anymore) and nods, firmly.]

Yeah. Agreed.

[Behind him, his horse snorts, enough of a distraction to break his gaze. His chilliness ebbs a little as he glances back at the beast, with a rime of frost and snow in its mane.]

So if I just sit in a corner and drink, that'll fit in pretty well with your plans to do all the talking, huh.