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“ Bellamy, you really believe this crap?”
He wanted to push Clarke aside and carry on with what he’d been doing before. But the whole camp was staring. Even Bellamy was watching Murphy with a sense of apprehension.
“We all heard you.” The words were like a blow. He had to take a moment to process the fact that Bellamy was siding with the Princess,that he thought Murphy was capable of murder. Murphy wanted to yell and shake him. They were wrong! Why was that so hard to believe?
Why didn’t Bellamy trust him like he trusted Bellamy?
“Bygones.”
Murphy wasn’t proud of what he was about to do, but he knew that the past would haunt him until he made things right. And this was the only way he knew how to. He could see that this boy wasn’t going to be getting any better any time soon. Living through the sickness, watching as the teens around him died and survived, Murphy had noticed the signs of death. This was both the rectification of a horrible situation and the end of a terrible pain – for them both.
The body went limp beneath his hands. A sour taste was left in his mouth, but there was a lightness to his heart that hadn’t been there for some time now. Murphy’s burden had been halved and a sigh slipped between his lips. He’d been holding up the sky only moments before, trying to keep his world from crashing down around his ears and stop the traumatic experiences and memories from overwhelming him. And now Connor was there beside him, hands braced against the blue ceiling.
The pain was already starting to lessen.
“So, do I get a gun now?”
A smirk lingered on Murphy’s lips, even when he was pushed roughly forward. His face stung with the movement, but the frustration he’d seen on Bellamy’s face was worth the mildly uncomfortable pain. He’d been through worse and was still standing. A laugh tingled in his throat, but he kept it to himself. Making his Highness more agitated wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
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Yeah, do I get a gun now?”
The question echoed and Bellamy’s mouth was pressed into a thin line. “Yeah, something like that,” he dismissed vaguely. Murphy could practically see the gears turning in the other man’s head. He narrowed his eyes as Bellamy’s lips quirked upwards into a small smile. As the idea was put forward, Murphy was almost offended. Did they really think he was so useless and incapable that he had to be sat behind a tree tapping rocks together?
None of his arguments worked though. And Murphy found himself doing exactly as he’d been asked. Humiliation coloured his cheeks behind the dried blood. His skin was likely as red as the gore that was caked across his face. But Murphy’s mouth was set in a hard line and he remained attentive to the world around him. He couldn’t let his thoughts fly, not with Grounders so close, and especially not when he was luring them towards him.
At least he was part of the team again. He was getting there.
"Watch his back."
The gun arched through the air and Murphy was barely able to catch it. Surprise burnt through him, but the emotion was smothered before it had time to show in his expression. Bellamy's thoughts weren't easy to decipher, not with such a closed and guarded expression. But the weapon, cold and hard against Murphy's skin, was a gesture that he understood. Despite the fact that not long ago Bellamy would have threatened to kill him for so much as breathing wrong, there was now a gun in his hands.
A nod was all the response that Bellamy got. It was a 'thank you' much like the one he'd received for saving Bellamy's life.
It was a gesture of trust.