[ It's as if he'd knocked a hole in a dam. Murphy's memories flood free, dousing him; Bellamy struggles to take a steady breath. There's a woman and she's smiling, face tattooed, hand covered. The way Murphy feels for her has Bellamy's heartbeat skipping, erratic with secondhand affection. He reaches for Murphy again, a third time, feeling the links of red pulling taut with the dual need to see more and to comfort what might be heartbreak. Bellamy can't put a name to it. ]
(We're going to get out of here.)
[ And in the meantime, Bellamy would put himself bodily between every enemy and Murphy, Clarke and Lexa. It was all he could offer. He can't let go of the hope that he'll return home to Octavia and the rest of their people. He can't stop fighting. But he can wind in close, trying to assuage the grief howling through Murphy's mind. ]
(You'll see her again. You have to believe that.)
[ It ends a little desperate; Bellamy has to believe it too. What is the point if he didn't? Clarke's arrival and her safety are a crippling relief, but it doesn't change the fact that they can't stay here forever. They'd lose their minds if they did. Bellamy won't allow that. ]
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( We're going to get out of here. )
[ And in the meantime, Bellamy would put himself bodily between every enemy and Murphy, Clarke and Lexa. It was all he could offer. He can't let go of the hope that he'll return home to Octavia and the rest of their people. He can't stop fighting. But he can wind in close, trying to assuage the grief howling through Murphy's mind. ]
( You'll see her again. You have to believe that. )
[ It ends a little desperate; Bellamy has to believe it too. What is the point if he didn't? Clarke's arrival and her safety are a crippling relief, but it doesn't change the fact that they can't stay here forever. They'd lose their minds if they did. Bellamy won't allow that. ]