[Bellamy laces their fingers together, squeezing gently. His own emotions aren't quite so intense, but he's worried and more than a little frustrated. His anxiety is more for Clarke and Murphy than for himself. He sighs, and his response is more annoyed mumbling than anything else.]
Damn it, Rey.
[He can't imagine how she thought this would go well for anyone.]
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Damn it, Rey.
[He can't imagine how she thought this would go well for anyone.]
You don't have to get involved in this.