[ Bellamy flinches, inhaling sharply at the grasping clutch of power. It's like secondhand smoke; it sinks and inhabits, inescapable. He doesn't break eye contact, just rides out the rush while he struggles to suppress the flashback to the wire cage and the shock of the electric baton against his ribs. Clint's not the only one compartmentalizing. ]
Like Nova? [ This is the only frame of reference Bellamy has. ] The little Sam.
[ He doesn't actually know what superheroing entails. He knows it seemed confusing and a bit pointless, and that Nova had talked to Lexa about it, but other than that, it's all a blank. Bellamy has a hard time reconciling Clint with his vision of Sam, but apparently he'll have to make it work. ]
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Like Nova? [ This is the only frame of reference Bellamy has. ] The little Sam.
[ He doesn't actually know what superheroing entails. He knows it seemed confusing and a bit pointless, and that Nova had talked to Lexa about it, but other than that, it's all a blank. Bellamy has a hard time reconciling Clint with his vision of Sam, but apparently he'll have to make it work. ]