[ Could it get worse? Bellamy thinks about what he felt, and considers that his experience had been isolated, that it could have been amplified in any way. He shudders out a breath, gritting his teeth against the flare of resentment that they're bound up this way. ]
Octavia, [ He sighs, eyes opening to look up at the Darkling. ] My sister.
[ His thoughts are running away with him. It's showing too much, too fast. Talking about the missions would be safer ground, even fraught with the discussion of Anakin. ]
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Octavia, [ He sighs, eyes opening to look up at the Darkling. ] My sister.
[ His thoughts are running away with him. It's showing too much, too fast. Talking about the missions would be safer ground, even fraught with the discussion of Anakin. ]