[ There's a momentary flicker of his hand over Clarke's in Mount Weather supplanted by Clarke's bloody palms upturned in Bellamy's hands after the autopsy. Though the conversation is unintelligible, the impression comes across clearly: maybe that was the only way out of this mission, and maybe it would be the only way out of the next one. What were they meant to do with this enemy? Cathaway had been afraid of it enough to come to share that concern with Murphy. Would the option eventually come down to the kind of scorched earth solution that Clarke had feared?
Bellamy already knew he would choose it, if he had to. He'd already done so once. He sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, unconsciously reacting to the undercurrent of thoughts in Murphy's head. ]
Maybe you'll be the one to walk us out of here.
[ Unlikely, if Murphy's symbiote hadn't already done so. ]
You can take that bed, [ Bellamy tells him gruffly. ] No one's using it.
[ And Murphy could also tell him no. But Bellamy hasn't been sleeping any better on his own than Murphy has. ]
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Bellamy already knew he would choose it, if he had to. He'd already done so once. He sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, unconsciously reacting to the undercurrent of thoughts in Murphy's head. ]
Maybe you'll be the one to walk us out of here.
[ Unlikely, if Murphy's symbiote hadn't already done so. ]
You can take that bed, [ Bellamy tells him gruffly. ] No one's using it.
[ And Murphy could also tell him no. But Bellamy hasn't been sleeping any better on his own than Murphy has. ]