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[ That statement is simply met with a Look. ]

[God, okay, it's a fair reprimand, but Bellamy still sighs.]

We're not there yet, and I don't want to be.

Do I have to say it?

[ They both know exactly what Clarke will do to get her way. ]

[No, he doesn't. He knows exactly where Murphy's head is going.]

Look, we just need to talk Rey and the others out of it.

Yeah, I saw the talks were going real great.

[ Come on. ]

What we need to do is get the hell out of here and go somewhere they can't find us.

[Wow, ye of little faith. The problem is, this isn't just paranoia or pessimism. Where it stands now, Bellamy doesn't have much faith he'll get through to Rey either.]

There's nowhere to go, Murphy.

There's a whole lotta city we could disappear into. It doesn't have to be far. It just has to be away from the rest of them.

Who's included in "we"?

The four of us. Our kru. Don't worry, I'm not leaving Clarke behind.

[That was a slight concern, and it's good to have it alleviated. And while Clarke, Murphy and Lexa are still his number one priority, they're not his only concern.]

What if the rest of the Displaced get dragged into it and things go south? We can't leave them.

[ Why not? is the question on the tip of his tongue, but he knows well enough that trying to talk Bellamy out of saving people is about as effective as trying to talk Clarke out of murdering them. ]

So what's the plan, then? We all get dissected together like one big happy family?

I don't know yet.

[And he knows how comforting that will be.]

If Rey's already talked to them, there's a chance they might not take "no" for an answer anyway.

So all of us should be running already. We're all safer if we're scattered. Harder to find any of us.

[Bellamy doesn't think anyone would agree to that plan. They've made homes and lives here, for better or for worse, and they can't run forever. Obviously, he doesn't agree with it either, but... Okay. He at least needs to hear Murphy out. He lets out a breath.]

If we ran, where do you think we should go?

[ Murphy doesn't exactly relish the thought of giving up this life, either. He was just starting to love it. Of course, he probably should have expected it, that he was about to lose it all. ]

Underground. Wherever people won't recognize us. It doesn't matter. All we have to do is become nobodies.

[It doesn't strike Bellamy as a viable longterm solution. Even if they decided to split up, they'd need to be on the run... What? Forever? And they'd be even more vulnerable in small, isolated groups.

But he and Murphy could go in circles arguing that point forever, especially considering Bellamy doesn't have a plan of his own. It's not really the point. Murphy is scared beyond the usual fear of danger, and that's what he's focused on. Not willing to risk the empathy bond again, he settles his hand on Murphy's leg.]

Listen, I know you're afraid, but we'll figure this out. Nothing is happening right this second. We have a little time.

[ From everything Murphy's seen, it looks to him like it's already too late. But he's run around versions of this same argument enough times to know when he's wasting his breath. Clarke will be certain she has the solution. Bellamy won't leave Clarke to do it alone. And Murphy won't leave either of them.

He drops his gaze to Bellamy's hand and lays his own over Bellamy's sleeve, safe from contact but holding on. ]

These people already sold us out for less than nothing. I don't get why you guys give a single shit about sticking around for them.

Rey thinks it's a way to save her friends.

[And so does Hawke, although Bellamy doesn't know her or feel the same concern for her particularly. The point is, it's a mindset he understands intimately.]

You know how many times I've screwed up for the same reason.

Rey's an idiot.

[ Murphy gives Bellamy's arm a light squeeze. ]

And so are you.

[He rolls his eyes at that, the effect ruined by his smile.]

I can always count on you to boost my ego, Murphy.

[But the joking is an improvement, so he'll take it.]

You want to tell me what's really bothering you?

[It's something deeper than Riverstone, he thinks. Fear and wanting to run are one thing. That look on his face when he was browsing the network and his refusal to use the empathy bond is another.]

[ Murphy keeps staring at Bellamy's hand, fighting the urge to just take it. He'd feel so much better if he did. But Bellamy would feel so much worse. ]

All of it. It's the same damn thing all over again. Someone comes along and decides this is the only way to save their friends, and you're disposable to them, so fuck whatever you have to say about it.

Yeah. I know.

[He says it quietly, capitulating a bit. With the way Murphy is staring, he can guess that he's arguing with himself, and so Bellamy turns his hand palm up, a silent invitation.]

Clarke's afraid too.

Yeah. The last time she set foot in a lab, she got bodysnatched by an immortal serial killer. Of course she's afraid.

[ Damn it, Bellamy. Murphy stares for another second more before tentatively taking his hand. With that contact comes the wave of nauseating dread he's been keeping locked up since he saw this stupid post, with a fresh dose of guilt over Clarke on top of it all. ]

[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.]

You don't have to get involved in this.

I'm already involved.

[ Thanks to Rey, all of them are. A bitter thought. He tightens his grip on Bellamy's hand, meeting his eyes. ]

I'm in. Whatever the plan is.

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