[ Comparatively, Lexa has excellent composure. It makes the moments when she does slip hit harder. The muffled impact of her pain steals Bellamy's breath. It hits like Octavia's fists in the wake of Lincoln's death, like the explosion in Mount Weather that had nearly burned him alive. He takes a deep breath in tandem with her, arms folding over his chest to ward off the impact of Lexa's pain.
Maybe Clarke's right. Maybe in a year's time he'll come to terms with that Lexa and Murphy had been insisting upon. Maybe he'll resign himself to fighting and dying in this war without hope of a victory and a departure. Just thinking about it loops back the same crush of agony Lexa had experienced, threatening to drown them both. ]
Is this about what I think, or about Clarke?
[ Since bridging the gap between the pair of them had been Bellamy's intention, but the way Lexa frames her response suggests a different conflict at hand. Bellamy's even less equipped to navigate it, though that doesn't stop him from trying to address it. ]
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Maybe Clarke's right. Maybe in a year's time he'll come to terms with that Lexa and Murphy had been insisting upon. Maybe he'll resign himself to fighting and dying in this war without hope of a victory and a departure. Just thinking about it loops back the same crush of agony Lexa had experienced, threatening to drown them both. ]
Is this about what I think, or about Clarke?
[ Since bridging the gap between the pair of them had been Bellamy's intention, but the way Lexa frames her response suggests a different conflict at hand. Bellamy's even less equipped to navigate it, though that doesn't stop him from trying to address it. ]