[ It's too late. Bellamy has already resigned himself to following Murphy, even if only to keep up appearances. None of their fellow house guests have struck Bellamy as murderous, but he's reluctant to take chances as much as he's reluctant to ignore the tumult of emotion radiating from Murphy's mind. He yanks on the bond between them, unconsciously imploring; the sensation takes the form of red straps, pulled taut, and reeling closer and closer as Bellamy closes the gap between them. ]
(Wait.)
[ He isn't necessarily asking Murphy to stay in the courtyard, just slow enough for Bellamy to assume the position he's fallen into when he's playing his role. It's been easy enough to pluck the position from Lexa's mind. Bellamy hasn't forgotten Gustas and he isn't unaware of the irony of assuming his role, but he doesn't have the luxury of abandoning useful knowledge when the stakes feel so high. ]
(You shouldn't walk through this house alone.)
[ This isn't Concordia. Even without having seen any hint of threat, the danger of their enemy still feels pressingly close at hand when they've left the comfort of their apartments. ]
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( Wait. )
[ He isn't necessarily asking Murphy to stay in the courtyard, just slow enough for Bellamy to assume the position he's fallen into when he's playing his role. It's been easy enough to pluck the position from Lexa's mind. Bellamy hasn't forgotten Gustas and he isn't unaware of the irony of assuming his role, but he doesn't have the luxury of abandoning useful knowledge when the stakes feel so high. ]
( You shouldn't walk through this house alone. )
[ This isn't Concordia. Even without having seen any hint of threat, the danger of their enemy still feels pressingly close at hand when they've left the comfort of their apartments. ]