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bellamy blake (redeem) wrote in thecityof,

Bellamy gave her a sheepish smile when she told him that he didn't have to whisper. He didn't know how it worked here. If they were just watching everyone's move, or if they dropped them here and let them live their lives. Maybe nobody really had the answers. Bellamy was just doing his best to figure it all out in a night. But he wouldn't and he just finally nodded. They had everything they needed, which was good - for Clarke. She could do what she needed to do. Of course, she didn't have to do it alone and he was there for her, as he always was.

"Has it gradually gotten worse?" He asked then as they walked up to the counter and after the transaction was made, they were walking back toward the complex. Bellamy knew it had been bad. O had told him some stories. Whatever they were going to use them for, they were snuffing out the ones who couldn't handle it, at least that's what it felt like to him. Those who remained were still strong enough to do what they needed to do in order to win whatever war they were here for.

"Either way, angels or not, I think Murphy is going to do something." Because that's just who Murphy was which meant they were going to have to keep an eye on him. Whatever had happened during his time soulless, it was lost on Bellamy. He had no idea. But he knew it was bad. It had to be. Murphy was bad as it was with a soul. Without? He didn't even want to see that.

"What do you want to do about him?" Bellamy asked, looking at her. He figured that she still led them. While they weren't in a post-apocalyptic world, they still needed some voice of reason and understandably, that had always been Clarke.