[ The memories come in a tickle, haphazard, more impression than coherent image. Bellamy tries not to look, but the sense of them lingers. Someone was hurting her. Lexa had implied as much, but it's difficult to listen to the echo of her screams. His grip on her hand flexes, tightening in a useless reaction. ]
(Of course,) [ Nothing comes easy. Even this. Especially this. ] (I didn't mean to remind you of...that. Whatever it was.)
[ Something painful. His eyes flick up, catching her face, wondering about metal plates and who would do anything to her to make her scream like that. He doesn't ask. ]
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( Of course, ) [ Nothing comes easy. Even this. Especially this. ] ( I didn't mean to remind you of...that. Whatever it was. )
[ Something painful. His eyes flick up, catching her face, wondering about metal plates and who would do anything to her to make her scream like that. He doesn't ask. ]
( Sorry. )