[Bellamy listens quietly as she talks, arms crossed. He can't say that revelation is surprising to him. She'd told him she'd do anything to win, after all, but he still sighs. She might be ready, but he's not, not yet. He crouches down to hug her again, much more tightly than the one she'd given him, one hand smoothing down her hair. If Vriska thinks he's going to let her die thinking she's a terrible person, she's dead wrong.]

Screw what anyone else thinks, alright? You saved our asses. I wouldn't have figured this out without you, and then I would have been worthless to Lucina. You did what you had to do.