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Clarke says this is nothing like the City of Light. I just have to take her word on that.

[ It's not like he ever saw it. ]

So I guess what I'm saying is... This is real. You and me, we're really here right now. But we weren't brought here. We were made here.

You don't mean this is a simulation. You mean they made physical copies of us, too.

With a few upgrades, yeah.

[Huh. Well, he's never seen anyone suggest that before.]

That sounds like a lot of effort.

I don't know. It seems like more effort to jump around the multiverse, grabbing random people from different points in time without anyone noticing.

You never went missing. Neither did Clarke. I don't know how to explain that if it isn't because none of us ever actually left.

I don't either. But there's a lot we don't know.

[He finally lets his hand drop, studying Murphy more seriously.]

How much of this theory is you being afraid to hope we can get back?

I don't do hope in general.

[ And he is trying not to be insulted by that assumption. ]

Yeah.

[Okay, he'll concede that point a little.]

I'm just trying to figure out where your head's at. If we are copies, where does the cult comes in? The shrines?

Who knows? People in Sanctum think I'm a god, too. Tell a good story and desperate idiots will believe anything. Someone probably saw the glow and thought it was magic.

[Bellamy's gaze shifts back to the city lights as he mulls it over. It's really not the wildest thing he's ever heard. The only other explanation he's seen thrown around is that they were dragged here and made gods somehow.]

I don't even know how we'd prove or disprove it.

[Or what that would mean for them. He's very carefully not considering the nitty gritty details or their implications.]

I wish we had Raven.

Yeah. Me, too.

[ It'd be nice if they could do better than paranoid theorizing. Murphy hugs Bellamy's arm loosely, cheek coming to rest on his shoulder again. ]

I don't think it changes anything. We're still us.

Getting philosophical, huh?

[Bellamy's not sure how he'd feel about it if he followed that idea to its logical conclusion. More vitally, he doesn't really feel like he has time to consider it too heavily when they've got a crisis looming.]

Trying to hold onto my sanity.

[ He shouldn't have said anything, probably. Now Bellamy's burdened with the idea. ]

[That gets a hint of a smile out of him, and he leans in to press his lips against Murphy's head again.]

That's not new for us.

[ Murphy scoffs and turns his face up to Bellamy. He's quiet for a moment, considering, as the feeling that he missed something nags at him. Then it hits him, and he reaches up to graze the line of Bellamy's jaw with his knuckle, longing and rueful all over again. ]

Do you wanna go back?

[It's not an easy question to answer. He's not sure how much he actually likes this world, despite its upsides. It's certainly far better than a dead Earth, and maybe better than Sanctum, but it has its own problems.

He sighs, catching Murphy's hand and lacing their fingers together.]

I want our people to be safe. I miss our friends.

[Which isn't quite an answer, but—]

If we were trapped here and I knew they were happy back home, I could figure out a way to deal with that.

[But that's the problem—they have no idea if their friends are safe. He has no idea if Octavia is okay.]

[ So that's why Bellamy's so resistant to even the suggestion of settling here. There's a twinge of guilt as Murphy once more regrets saying anything, trying to talk Bellamy out of his hope. ]

They were happy and safe the last time I saw them.

[ With Clarke as Sanctum's dictator, who knows how long that would last? But it's something to hold on to. ]

[The truth is, Bellamy prefers hard truths over pleasant lies. He'd rather hear Murphy's theories, even if they aren't optimistic. And while his reassurance doesn't allay all of Bellamy's concerns, he's still grateful for it.]

I hope they stay that way. What about you? If you had the choice?

[ That theory isn't just a theory. It's a fear. What would he do if he returned to Sanctum only to find he'd never left it? He sure as hell wouldn't welcome a redundant copy of himself with open arms. Part of him hopes they never find a way out of this world, because he can't bear to confront that reality. Or worse: to discover he's already dead. ]

I'd stay here.

[ The illusion of a life is better than nothing. ]

Yeah?

[He says it quietly. He can guess all the reasons why Murphy would, but he wants to hear them.]

Why?

Because I like what I have here.

[ And he would clarify that, maybe, but Bellamy's already making plans to leave, so it's probably best left unsaid. ]

Too much to risk losing it.

[It's not like Bellamy begrudges him for that answer. Even with its dangers, they're safer in New Amsterdam than they ever were on the ground. Minus the shrines and shady corporations, they're living almost normal lives. Of course Murphy wants that. Bellamy would let himself want that more honestly if it didn't feel like a betrayal to his sister and the others.

Except there's something in the way Murphy says it, the way he doesn't really elaborate, that makes Bellamy think he means something else too, and his heart twists. He's quiet for a second, fingers combing through Murphy's hair.]

Clarke might be right. Maybe there's a way to get everyone here.

[Admittedly, he knows Clarke is doubting her own plan now, too.]

You know how I feel about hope.

[ Murphy's sense of self-preservation might be slipping, because he's already taking an awful lot of risks with his heart. If he was a little smarter, he'd leave first and never have to face the moment when Bellamy chooses to go back to his old life.

Instead he's staying here. Like an idiot. Leaning into Bellamy's touch to accept his reassurance. ]

Yeah, I do.

[But they're even here, because a part of Bellamy is expecting that Murphy will eventually be the one to go back to his old life if they're reunited with everyone again. He isn't even upset with Murphy for it. It seems like an inevitability. All he can really do is savor this while he can.]

Guess I'll have to do it for the both of us.

[ Murphy pulls their joined hands to his mouth and kisses Bellamy's fingers, a fresh wave of gratitude coursing through him. He intends to live in this moment, too. For so many reasons, it's impossible to tell how many more nights they'll have together.

His other hand cups the back of Bellamy's neck, urging him closer to meet his lips. ]

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