Murphy follows Bellamy's gaze back to Abby's corpse, but it's only a split second before he looks away again. It's bad enough to see her lying there. If she wakes up? If she talks? It could happen, here, and he wouldn't be able to handle it. This whole damn place would probably crumble around them.

"You said we could change it, right?" he mumbles to Bellamy, though he's staring at the wall now. A shudder runs through him, and he's sure Bellamy can feel it - along with everything else. The grief. The guilt. "Can you? Can you just..? Anything else."

Murphy can't do it himself. His mind keeps circling the horror. What if he manifests something worse?