It was cold, white surrounding me. I started to blink awake, hearing a familiar voice yell. I could make out brown hair, then her voice became more clear.

"Bellamy!" She yells and finally my sight was fully back. I watched as guards dragged Diana away.

"Diana!" I scream, grabbing the bars b until my hands ached, but she was gone.

The clanging of boots and doors faded, leaving only the silence and pounding in my chest.

I hear the woman next to me say something in trig, sharp and clipped.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand" I mumble, voice rough.

"You're Skaikru" she spits at me, it landing close to my feet.

A few seconds of silence settle over us, but my mind won't leave Diana. The image of her being dragged away, limp but still fighting, burns behind my eyes.

"How do you know her?" The woman finally asks, her tone softer, more curious than hostile

"We're allies. We came to help get everyone out" I answer, hesitation in my voice because I know how fragile that word- allies - sounds down here.

She studies me, her eyes searching for the truth in mine.
"If she isn't dead, you have a chance" she spoke

"She isn't" I say firmly, forcing myself to believe it. Diana wouldn't go down without a fight. Not her.