It wasn't the right time, [ Bellamy agrees, though his impression is all second hand, gleaned from the sharp urgency in Lexa's contact. ] It'll be easier when you see him next. He'll already trust you.
[ Which doesn't feel right to say, but Bellamy thinks it anyway. They've still made progress amidst the disaster and loss. The infiltration had failed, but Lexa and Sam still had an in when it came to Mind Life.
It's hard to focus on those things with Anakin's death hanging over their heads. In some ways, it feels like a disservice to try to plan their next move so immediately after the loss. Bellamy's jaw tightens, and he looks away from Sam, riding out a brief flash of frustrated anger. There's nothing he can do. Lexa was right when she'd told him they were at war, even if Bellamy's first instincts almost always contradict that. ]
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[ Which doesn't feel right to say, but Bellamy thinks it anyway. They've still made progress amidst the disaster and loss. The infiltration had failed, but Lexa and Sam still had an in when it came to Mind Life.
It's hard to focus on those things with Anakin's death hanging over their heads. In some ways, it feels like a disservice to try to plan their next move so immediately after the loss. Bellamy's jaw tightens, and he looks away from Sam, riding out a brief flash of frustrated anger. There's nothing he can do. Lexa was right when she'd told him they were at war, even if Bellamy's first instincts almost always contradict that. ]