[Bellamy nods at that, gaze dropping to the floor. He could press Murphy on it, sure, but it's like he told Clarke—if he needs to make sure Murphy's not lying, there's no point in them talking.]
Alright.
[He's quiet for a moment, processing.]
How bad did my sister get?
[He can guess, of course, but something tells him Clarke didn't want to go into the nitty gritty details.]
no subject
Alright.
[He's quiet for a moment, processing.]
How bad did my sister get?
[He can guess, of course, but something tells him Clarke didn't want to go into the nitty gritty details.]