[ Clarke would have done better with the bandages, but they look like they'll hold. His own hands fall to his lap as he watches Murphy inspect his handiwork. The Ark feels worlds away, but he still thinks about how he'd never have crossed paths with Murphy if they'd stayed on it. There would have been so much that never would have happened to him. Bellamy isn't sure whether that's a good or bad thing anymore.
But still, the idea of the Ark is still too stifling to feel preferable even in the face of so much suffering. Bellamy's trying to come up with a flippant way to voice that, or deflect the accusation about his janitorial duties when he feels a tug in the back of his head. ]
Murphy.
[ Bellamy's voice drops, quiet. He can feel the Darkling. It's not the same dampened contact from the hospital. He's close by. That changes everything. ]
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[ Clarke would have done better with the bandages, but they look like they'll hold. His own hands fall to his lap as he watches Murphy inspect his handiwork. The Ark feels worlds away, but he still thinks about how he'd never have crossed paths with Murphy if they'd stayed on it. There would have been so much that never would have happened to him. Bellamy isn't sure whether that's a good or bad thing anymore.
But still, the idea of the Ark is still too stifling to feel preferable even in the face of so much suffering. Bellamy's trying to come up with a flippant way to voice that, or deflect the accusation about his janitorial duties when he feels a tug in the back of his head. ]
Murphy.
[ Bellamy's voice drops, quiet. He can feel the Darkling. It's not the same dampened contact from the hospital. He's close by. That changes everything. ]
( Our way out is here. )