[ Bellamy stays stupidly standing until Yan's back in the embrace of his people. All the bravado in the world doesn't change how exhausted Bellamy is, but it might be a deterrent. He still remembers Finn talking deterrents in the half-dark, and Raven's cutting assessment of the strategy being proposed. The appearance of strength, she'd call it. Bellamy suspects she'd repeat herself if she saw him posturing now.
He levers himself down beside Murphy with a low groan of complaint. It's always too much to expect any given situation to be easy. Mount Weather is still lurking treacherously in the back of his head. It's too close for comfort. He focuses on Murphy's face instead; trading resigned looks of irritation is at least familiar territory. ]
(I know. Whatever they're going to try, we'll have to make sure we're ready.)
[ That being said, Bellamy's not above playing dirty. And landing himself immediately back in the medical ward. ]
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He levers himself down beside Murphy with a low groan of complaint. It's always too much to expect any given situation to be easy. Mount Weather is still lurking treacherously in the back of his head. It's too close for comfort. He focuses on Murphy's face instead; trading resigned looks of irritation is at least familiar territory. ]
( I know. Whatever they're going to try, we'll have to make sure we're ready. )
[ That being said, Bellamy's not above playing dirty. And landing himself immediately back in the medical ward. ]