[ Bellamy hadn't been expecting her to touch him. It felt like an added layer of intimacy; their minds were winding close, and the shock of her hand on his shoulder rattles through the connection. His eyes widen, but his expression relaxes into a smile when she speaks. It's such a painfully familiar sentiment. <>i>We'll live has been so often repeated among the Arkadians that hearing it from her can only provoke camaraderie and comfort.
Though some of that fades when they enter the Nesting Deck. He stalls, hesitating, but Cathaway keeps moving. It's all that draws Bellamy in. He can't hold onto the Darkling. He won't wake if he's kept from his pod, though sealing him in feels like acceptance of his current state. ]
What happens if we don't put them in?
[ The question has to be asked. Bellamy needs a moment to shore up his composure. ]
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Though some of that fades when they enter the Nesting Deck. He stalls, hesitating, but Cathaway keeps moving. It's all that draws Bellamy in. He can't hold onto the Darkling. He won't wake if he's kept from his pod, though sealing him in feels like acceptance of his current state. ]
What happens if we don't put them in?
[ The question has to be asked. Bellamy needs a moment to shore up his composure. ]