[ It's getting hard to look at anything anymore, but Murphy searches Bellamy's expression with glazed eyes. Because it doesn't make sense. Deception isn't his usual tactic. So is Bellamy trying to forgive him? ]
You killed me. You actually...
[ He doesn't mean to phrase it that way. It wasn't Bellamy's fault. Not the way that it sounds. But the toxin brought out some kind of truth in him, even if it was the ugliness he was trying to put behind him. Bellamy hadn't meant it, yet at the same time, some part of him did.
However Murphy intends to follow up on that thought, it slides away from him when his elbow gives way and he drops back. Not unconscious, only losing his grip on the here and now. The room is suddenly so dark. ]
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You killed me. You actually...
[ He doesn't mean to phrase it that way. It wasn't Bellamy's fault. Not the way that it sounds. But the toxin brought out some kind of truth in him, even if it was the ugliness he was trying to put behind him. Bellamy hadn't meant it, yet at the same time, some part of him did.
However Murphy intends to follow up on that thought, it slides away from him when his elbow gives way and he drops back. Not unconscious, only losing his grip on the here and now. The room is suddenly so dark. ]