[ Bellamy can't work miracles. He can't manipulate emotion. But the earnest desire to shield Murphy from it draws him further into Murphy's mind to block what he can. It feels natural to insinuate himself in Murphy's head and crowd out the frustrated, overwhelming urge to reject everything that the symbiote had given him. After the first time Bellamy had used his own power, he'd felt the same as Murphy did now. The urge to escape it, reject it any way he could, it's not unexpected.
His grip on Murphy's arm drops to his wrist. Even as closely woven into Murphy's mind as he is now, Bellamy wishes he could see Murphy's face. The thick layers of fabric between them obscure the ability to be sure of Murphy's reaction. Bellamy still relies on expression to supplant what he can feel blossoming in people's minds, and Murphy isn't an exception. ]
(You don't know that it would have made you help him. It could have made you leave.)
[ And arguably Murphy would feel worse about that. (Bellamy knows he would.)
All this talk won't fundamentally change anything. Bellamy is intimately familiar with guilt. Absolution bestowed by others doesn't change the ache of feeling there's something you could have done and regretting that you hadn't. ]
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His grip on Murphy's arm drops to his wrist. Even as closely woven into Murphy's mind as he is now, Bellamy wishes he could see Murphy's face. The thick layers of fabric between them obscure the ability to be sure of Murphy's reaction. Bellamy still relies on expression to supplant what he can feel blossoming in people's minds, and Murphy isn't an exception. ]
( You don't know that it would have made you help him. It could have made you leave. )
[ And arguably Murphy would feel worse about that. (Bellamy knows he would.)
All this talk won't fundamentally change anything. Bellamy is intimately familiar with guilt. Absolution bestowed by others doesn't change the ache of feeling there's something you could have done and regretting that you hadn't. ]