[The feeling lingers like an echo, longer than it should or normally does. Murphy doesn't want to try and puzzle that out. He fixes his attention on the fish swimming looping patterns around each other on the other side of the pool, deliberately not looking at Bellamy as he waits it out.
At least, to a point. Talk of death is like a spear shot through him, ice cold and hooking his attention sharply back to Bellamy. The idea ALIE's soldiers had been about to drag him away for a nasty fate wasn't new - there was a reason why they'd stepped in when they did - but there's something that feels harsher about it now. A genuine squeeze of fear in his gut, looking at Bellamy's face, hearing the way he frames it so absolutely. That he would have died.
A piece of Murphy still can't believe that, though.]
But you think we can get out of this.
[Another absolute situation, every glimpse of a way out blocked off by another condition of their circumstances now. As far as Murphy can see, anyway - but that's the point.]
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At least, to a point. Talk of death is like a spear shot through him, ice cold and hooking his attention sharply back to Bellamy. The idea ALIE's soldiers had been about to drag him away for a nasty fate wasn't new - there was a reason why they'd stepped in when they did - but there's something that feels harsher about it now. A genuine squeeze of fear in his gut, looking at Bellamy's face, hearing the way he frames it so absolutely. That he would have died.
A piece of Murphy still can't believe that, though.]
But you think we can get out of this.
[Another absolute situation, every glimpse of a way out blocked off by another condition of their circumstances now. As far as Murphy can see, anyway - but that's the point.]