[The memory of Raven comes through too clear. For a second it spins out, overlays with Pike tied to the bars in Polis' cells, Indra with the metal spike in her hand; with Raven's screams, echoing through Camp Jaha as he and Bellamy sat tied in the makeshift brig. Guilt curls heavy, rooted inextricably in those screams, in any memory of Raven. Murphy's mind flinches back, and he lets out a breath, hard, staring down at Bellamy's hand on his elbow for a long moment.]

Jaha's crazy quest for the City of Light.

[It's the first thing he can think of to say. To just tell the story, try to move away from what had spilled out of Bellamy's head.]

We thought we'd hit a dead end at the water, but there was this drone that flew off out over it, so we all climbed in this crappy wooden boat and rowed out. It got dark. We finally got sight of land, but something knocks the boat and Richards falls in. I tried to grab him, but this thing just... [He lifts his other hand, an open, loose gesture. Lets it fall back into the water.] Ate him. Whole. Almost took my arm with him, except Jaha pulled me back.

[A beat, and his mouth tugs grim, bitter, a sharper hatred stirring behind his words.]

But then he pushed Craig in, so I wasn't feeling grateful about it for long.