[ Punched out. Bellamy's chest tightens, remembering Cathaway's explanations. It could happen to anyone sealed away on the Nesting Deck. But knowing it could happen and being told explicitly that there had once been someone here who had slept, then died rattles the fragile hope that such a thing could never happen. He's quiet for a minute, tapping a fingernail against the ornate seal embossed on the cup before he draws out the next book.
What did it feel like to lose a broodmate like that? It's distracting enough to disarm Bellamy momentarily, wariness slipping to match the softening of Rhan's expression. ]
I'm sorry.
[ He doesn't ask her to describe it. This wasn't going to be something he could prepare for. The silence hangs before Bellamy refocuses, presses on with the conversation. ]
I wasn't aware we had another option.
[ Home wasn't one yet, as far as Bellamy understood. ]
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What did it feel like to lose a broodmate like that? It's distracting enough to disarm Bellamy momentarily, wariness slipping to match the softening of Rhan's expression. ]
I'm sorry.
[ He doesn't ask her to describe it. This wasn't going to be something he could prepare for. The silence hangs before Bellamy refocuses, presses on with the conversation. ]
I wasn't aware we had another option.
[ Home wasn't one yet, as far as Bellamy understood. ]