[ Murphy's exhaustion seeps into Bellamy's consciousness. It's almost as if they'd physically struggled through Murphy's panic. He breathes out, shoulders loosening as he closes his eyes. Blocking out the room in front of him brings his awareness of Murphy into sharper focus. ]
(They aren't going to leave us.)
[ As little as Bellamy knows of his brood, he puts a fair amount of faith in the compulsion of the bond between them and the Darkling's vicious possessiveness. Bellamy had felt the resolve in him, and he had felt the Darkling's influence in the aftermath of the explosion at the Bout it Out tournament. He would tear his way into the jail. Bellamy didn't doubt that, and he doesn't temper his certainty. ]
(And I won't let them leave you.)
[ He can't be sure if that's Murphy's concern. But attempts to counter it anyway by posing a singular promise, drawing the phantom straps between them taut. ]
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( They aren't going to leave us. )
[ As little as Bellamy knows of his brood, he puts a fair amount of faith in the compulsion of the bond between them and the Darkling's vicious possessiveness. Bellamy had felt the resolve in him, and he had felt the Darkling's influence in the aftermath of the explosion at the Bout it Out tournament. He would tear his way into the jail. Bellamy didn't doubt that, and he doesn't temper his certainty. ]
( And I won't let them leave you. )
[ He can't be sure if that's Murphy's concern. But attempts to counter it anyway by posing a singular promise, drawing the phantom straps between them taut. ]