[For a moment, her arm stills. There is no feeling of rejection in her mind, but the closeness of their touch isn't like the times before. Before, they were moments of sharing, of passing along information, or of desperately trying to clean to themselves. They were steadying points. This action is something more, rooted in the bond they've shared, as well as the pain she felt (genuinely felt) in believing that Bellamy refused to see her perspective.
Her lips twist downward as her head lowers in acknowledgement. He can see her face, but the sense is there. It's bare enough that he can grasp it. There is no shroud around it. She acknowledges and accepts his apology.]
(If there is some way for us to return to our people, to develop a plan, I will act on it. Giving up something implies that there was something to let go in the first place.)
[And none of them took the offer for help knowing how they might lose even that in the process.]
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Her lips twist downward as her head lowers in acknowledgement. He can see her face, but the sense is there. It's bare enough that he can grasp it. There is no shroud around it. She acknowledges and accepts his apology.]
( If there is some way for us to return to our people, to develop a plan, I will act on it. Giving up something implies that there was something to let go in the first place. )
[And none of them took the offer for help knowing how they might lose even that in the process.]