[But Bellamy doesn't even pause in tearing up the sheet, so: yes, seriously. Murphy looks around the rest of the cell, the attention they're getting for Bellamy's actions, but without Yan he can't see any of them being problems. He's glad, really. He's tired of projecting the attitude needed to keep them away, even if he'd know not to entertain that tiredness under nastier circumstances.]
Hey, maybe the next place they send us will have them. [There's something a little wistful in it. Then the corner of his mouth tugs, tone turning dry.] Maybe they'll all be like this, and it'll turn out we're the only planet that blew itself up.
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[But Bellamy doesn't even pause in tearing up the sheet, so: yes, seriously. Murphy looks around the rest of the cell, the attention they're getting for Bellamy's actions, but without Yan he can't see any of them being problems. He's glad, really. He's tired of projecting the attitude needed to keep them away, even if he'd know not to entertain that tiredness under nastier circumstances.]
Hey, maybe the next place they send us will have them. [There's something a little wistful in it. Then the corner of his mouth tugs, tone turning dry.] Maybe they'll all be like this, and it'll turn out we're the only planet that blew itself up.