[There's some bitter irony in Bellamy being concerned he's hurt, and Murphy, somewhat pettily, doesn't curb that from bleeding through.]
(I've had worse.)
[There's the sting of split skin on his knuckles, cheekbone, lip; the ache of a still-swelling black eye and bruised ribs. All of it's so low on Murphy's pain scale as to be non-existent, but he knows his perception might be skewed. Really, he's counting himself lucky the guards hadn't done more before they'd left.]
(Looks like fighting gets you dropped in solitary.)
[Same old, same old, and way more reminiscent of the Skybox than the previous cell had been. There's no clear glass walls and doors here. Just a tiny dark space, a cot and a toilet.]
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( I've had worse. )
[There's the sting of split skin on his knuckles, cheekbone, lip; the ache of a still-swelling black eye and bruised ribs. All of it's so low on Murphy's pain scale as to be non-existent, but he knows his perception might be skewed. Really, he's counting himself lucky the guards hadn't done more before they'd left.]
( Looks like fighting gets you dropped in solitary. )
[Same old, same old, and way more reminiscent of the Skybox than the previous cell had been. There's no clear glass walls and doors here. Just a tiny dark space, a cot and a toilet.]