[It feels like an echo of his own words mirrored back at him. I can't, his own broken admission that he couldn't keep believing he'd see Emori again. He didn't have the strength to bear the pain of that hope, but Bellamy's the opposite. It's something that he can see, crystal clear in this moment. Bellamy needs to keep believing, or all his strength would fail.]

You don't have to.

[There's an urge to make some physical contact, the way Bellamy usually reaches for him, these days. But the distance between them still feels palpable; Bellamy's position propped up against the headboard near defensive, that Murphy shouldn't encroach further into his space without risking a fight. So he just takes a breath. Pushes on.]

Look, we've all changed. [Octavia maybe the most, but he'd seen enough of the others at Polis to know the months on the ground had impacted all of them. Some things, though, they'd still been almost exactly the same.] But you and Clarke have always found some way out of every crappy situation. Just because I can't figure out how doesn't mean you're not going to do it again.

[Maybe the opposite, like there was some karmic duty imposed on both of them to crush Murphy's pessimistic expectations whenever possible. He shrugs, mouth pushing down at the corners.]

And I'm the future teller saying this.