[Of course Bellamy comes to find him. Pulled in on himself, withdrawn from the other hosts both in mind and body, Murphy would've thought any of them could get the message to leave him alone. He doesn't know if Bellamy's oblivious to it or actively ignoring it. He guesses the latter, and takes a moment to berate himself for staying in one spot long enough to be searched out.]
Yeah, well. Surprise.
[There should be more cutting remarks for Bellamy stating something which obviously wasn't the case. But this is all Murphy manages, dry and flat, too much energy drained out in grief or spent in trying to keep himself contained: the pulsing ache of scars and newer wounds alike all stirred enough to practically leave him trembling. He picks at the food on his plate. He stopped eating any of it a while ago.]
I'll be back later. You don't have to wait around.
[A last ditch attempt to get Bellamy to leave without saying more, pushing more. But he knows how unlikely it is to work.]
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Yeah, well. Surprise.
[There should be more cutting remarks for Bellamy stating something which obviously wasn't the case. But this is all Murphy manages, dry and flat, too much energy drained out in grief or spent in trying to keep himself contained: the pulsing ache of scars and newer wounds alike all stirred enough to practically leave him trembling. He picks at the food on his plate. He stopped eating any of it a while ago.]
I'll be back later. You don't have to wait around.
[A last ditch attempt to get Bellamy to leave without saying more, pushing more. But he knows how unlikely it is to work.]