Murphy knew Mount Weather was a sore spot for Bellamy. Of course it was. He, along with Clarke, had made the decision to slaughter innocent people. Well, not so much slaughter as fry them alive. They weren't immune to radiation, and the outside air had been toxic to them. Murphy knew he was out of line bringing it up, but it was too late to take it back now.
He also knew Bellamy could kill him. Easy. He'd done it once before. Murphy shuddered, thinking about the glimpse of hell his death had given him he'd never shake that image. Thankfully, before he could respond to Bellamy's sort-of threat on his life, Bellamy changed the subject.
"So that's where we're going?" He'd defer to the other two on that. Leadership wasn't his strong point.