[ Bellamy's fingers don't lift from the raised mark on Murphy's skin. Grounders love their torture, Murphy says, and Bellamy's mind supplies a very immediate example: Raven tied to a pole, screaming as Indra slowly dragged a knife across her stomach.
When Murphy came back to them, he was so caked in mud and dried blood that it had been hard to tell exactly what damage had been done. Bellamy hadn't wanted to find out. He can see it now, faded but still visible. Even as he'd bowed to Clarke's logic and cast Murphy out, he'd still been sending him away to die. It was dumb luck that grounders had thought he'd been useful and sent him back, just like it was dumb luck he hadn't killed Bellamy in the dropship when he'd returned.
He reaches across Murphy to take his elbow and press his thumb over the scar. It's different. ]
A sea monster, [ Bellamy says dryly, because of course. Why not? ] I didn't know you went out on the water.
[ And clearly it hadn't gone well. But neither had Bellamy's trip out to Luna's rig. Their people didn't have much luck on the sea, apparently. ]
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When Murphy came back to them, he was so caked in mud and dried blood that it had been hard to tell exactly what damage had been done. Bellamy hadn't wanted to find out. He can see it now, faded but still visible. Even as he'd bowed to Clarke's logic and cast Murphy out, he'd still been sending him away to die. It was dumb luck that grounders had thought he'd been useful and sent him back, just like it was dumb luck he hadn't killed Bellamy in the dropship when he'd returned.
He reaches across Murphy to take his elbow and press his thumb over the scar. It's different. ]
A sea monster, [ Bellamy says dryly, because of course. Why not? ] I didn't know you went out on the water.
[ And clearly it hadn't gone well. But neither had Bellamy's trip out to Luna's rig. Their people didn't have much luck on the sea, apparently. ]