Bellamy holds Clint's gaze for a long moment. The wash of blue, coupled with the admiring croon, it freezes his blood. It drags up a memory unexpectedly, just a flicker of fluorescent lights and the weight of chains and a collar, a woman's voice like a steel trap saying harvest. It isn't the same. But Mount Weather had made a good run at trying to grind Bellamy under it's heel.
Sometimes he's certain he lost something important there, but he isn't totally sure he had it to begin with. ]
Both?
[ He'd gotten the impression it was a singular job, one very far removed from Bellamy's world. But the implication of more is interesting. Bellamy wants to separate them out, figure out which one came with all the broken bones and if the other was dangerous as well. ]
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Bellamy holds Clint's gaze for a long moment. The wash of blue, coupled with the admiring croon, it freezes his blood. It drags up a memory unexpectedly, just a flicker of fluorescent lights and the weight of chains and a collar, a woman's voice like a steel trap saying harvest. It isn't the same. But Mount Weather had made a good run at trying to grind Bellamy under it's heel.
Sometimes he's certain he lost something important there, but he isn't totally sure he had it to begin with. ]
Both?
[ He'd gotten the impression it was a singular job, one very far removed from Bellamy's world. But the implication of more is interesting. Bellamy wants to separate them out, figure out which one came with all the broken bones and if the other was dangerous as well. ]