[ That sure is a glow. Alarmed, Murphy drops the shears to free up his hand in case... what? Like he's going to be able to keep whatever it is from bursting out of his chest if it wants to?
But that's a fleeting thought, before the real shit hits him.
Here's the thing about Murphy's outburst just now: For a minute there, he was certain Bellamy was dead. And though he's about 50% convinced this is actually Bellamy now, the other 50% is terrified. Not just terrified. Grieving. They made it this far together, it feels both inconceivable and devastatingly plausible that Murphy would lose Bellamy here. He can't imagine a life without Bellamy anymore, which means of course Bellamy will be taken from him. That's how it works in John Murphy's reality. People leave and they don't come back. ]
What's happening?
[ The only thing keeping him from wrenching his arm out of Bellamy's grip is this sudden, inexplicable awareness that this is definitely Bellamy. ]
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But that's a fleeting thought, before the real shit hits him.
Here's the thing about Murphy's outburst just now: For a minute there, he was certain Bellamy was dead. And though he's about 50% convinced this is actually Bellamy now, the other 50% is terrified. Not just terrified. Grieving. They made it this far together, it feels both inconceivable and devastatingly plausible that Murphy would lose Bellamy here. He can't imagine a life without Bellamy anymore, which means of course Bellamy will be taken from him. That's how it works in John Murphy's reality. People leave and they don't come back. ]
What's happening?
[ The only thing keeping him from wrenching his arm out of Bellamy's grip is this sudden, inexplicable awareness that this is definitely Bellamy. ]