[ Jail is entirely new. Bellamy hadn't ever experienced it, even on the Ark. The idea that he'd have done better if he could claw his way back to the person he was when the dropship landed makes him uneasy. It's harder to affect that kind of swagger when all Bellamy associates it with is loss and death. He carries so much guilt; shucking it off and putting it aside is a daunting task.
The siren is unwelcome, as is the prospect of food. Bellamy sighs, but gets to his feet anyway. Right now, he doesn't have much of a choice. And who knew when they'd eat again? ]
(The sickness passed. I should be fine.)
[ It's just convincing himself to put something back into his body that's going to need work. ]
(Stay in front of me.)
[ All the better to keep himself between any incoming trouble and Murphy. The guards are opening the doors, and Bellamy doesn't have any faith in them being able to intervene quickly enough if something were to happen. ]
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The siren is unwelcome, as is the prospect of food. Bellamy sighs, but gets to his feet anyway. Right now, he doesn't have much of a choice. And who knew when they'd eat again? ]
( The sickness passed. I should be fine. )
[ It's just convincing himself to put something back into his body that's going to need work. ]
( Stay in front of me. )
[ All the better to keep himself between any incoming trouble and Murphy. The guards are opening the doors, and Bellamy doesn't have any faith in them being able to intervene quickly enough if something were to happen. ]