[ Bellamy had thought as much. There's no defense they can use to slip the charges, and Bellamy's wary of drawing too much attention to the pair of them with a trail. He sits down next to Murphy, slowly, in concession to the bone deep ache that lingers after illness. His thoughts skip to the dropship briefly, vomiting blood, Octavia's face tight with worry as she leaned over him. But Bellamy's revealed more than enough, and he wrenches his focus back to the moment, meeting Murphy's gaze. ]
I slept for a long time after it first happened, [ though admittedly, Bellamy's definition of a long time is skewed; comparing to how little he'd been sleeping regularly, anything approaching a normal amount of time is luxurious. ] That's not really an option right now.
[ Partly because he doesn't trust his own dreams not to drag them both distractingly sideways, and partly because he's just too wary of where they are. He looks away from Murphy, taking in their cellmates. Or sizing them up. Bit of both, really. ]
(The Darkling is coming to get us.)
[ Even Bellamy isn't sure whether or not this is a good thing, or what the odds of success could possibly be. ]
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I slept for a long time after it first happened, [ though admittedly, Bellamy's definition of a long time is skewed; comparing to how little he'd been sleeping regularly, anything approaching a normal amount of time is luxurious. ] That's not really an option right now.
[ Partly because he doesn't trust his own dreams not to drag them both distractingly sideways, and partly because he's just too wary of where they are. He looks away from Murphy, taking in their cellmates. Or sizing them up. Bit of both, really. ]
( The Darkling is coming to get us. )
[ Even Bellamy isn't sure whether or not this is a good thing, or what the odds of success could possibly be. ]