[ Anger is close at hand now. It's a cloud cover for the more vulnerable reaction that stirs the moment Murphy alludes to Octavia. His jaw sets, head shaking. Even hearing her name aloud feels like having a fresh scab ripped off a barely-healed wound. Of the many things Lakshmi had offered him, it was a refuge from any knowledge of his world. She knew what Bellamy had told her and there hadn't been any chance of her reminding him of his fears of what was happening at home. He takes a deep breath in through his nose before he replies. ]

Yeah, she is.

[ Or she wanted to be. Bellamy couldn't know what was happening after the battle. He couldn't know if Octavia had stayed or if she would go off on her own again, desperate to get away from him. ]

I don't need you to do this, Murphy.

[ Lie to him. Murphy couldn't know what happened. He doesn't know what Octavia blames him for (what Bellamy blames himself for) or how unyielding she had been in telling him about it. You're dead to me comes forth like an echo, distorted, and Bellamy shakes it away. ]

I want to get through this first. We can worry about going home when we aren't about to die on this planet. Alright?