[The focus of Bellamy's attention, the comment and the touch on his skin are all so unexpected that Murphy doesn't even have the mind to flinch back from any of it. Instead he can only look at him, dumb for a moment. The idea that Bellamy hadn't seen them at all doesn't seem right, but he thinks back and can't see a time when they weren't otherwise busy. Except, perhaps, when Bellamy had seen them before they healed.
He looks at Bellamy's face and thinks that has to be what he's thinking of. The dropship, when the grounders had sent him back to infect the camp. Bellamy had been nothing but anger, terrifying in it. But now Bellamy's fingers are two points of heat on his skin, and the bitterness that would have him easily throwing that memory back in his face doesn't rise. Instead the corner of his mouth just pulls, flat, maybe a little dull.]
Grounders seriously love their torture.
[A dry echo of his previous comment. He lifts his left arm out of the water, holding his elbow up to point at the faint scarring there.]
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He looks at Bellamy's face and thinks that has to be what he's thinking of. The dropship, when the grounders had sent him back to infect the camp. Bellamy had been nothing but anger, terrifying in it. But now Bellamy's fingers are two points of heat on his skin, and the bitterness that would have him easily throwing that memory back in his face doesn't rise. Instead the corner of his mouth just pulls, flat, maybe a little dull.]
Grounders seriously love their torture.
[A dry echo of his previous comment. He lifts his left arm out of the water, holding his elbow up to point at the faint scarring there.]
Except this one. That was a sea monster.