Week 4, Post-Execution; Bellamy

[sylfied]

[ ... What a week. She's had that thought pretty much every week, but there's something about this last chain of events that makes Fie feel like she's slowly being chained down with even heavier burdens. Regret. Anger. Grief. Hurt. Confusion.

Still, for all of that, she can also recognize when other people are hurting more. And she thinks it's probably about time that she seeks out one of them for herself this time.

So Fie takes to the beach, quietly clearing her throat once she spots the figure she's been looking for. ]

Bellamy.

Comments

[jettisons]

[Bellamy is still shaken up by... well, all of it. There's too much to think about all at once, and it's just left him quiet and exhausted, sitting down on the beach as usual. When Fie calls his name, he looks up, nodding briefly in acknowledgement.]

You alright?

[sylfied]

Not really.

[ Well. Fie's not much for being tactful. ]

What about you?

[jettisons]

I'll be fine once we get the hell out of here.

[Neither is Bellamy, apparently.]

[sylfied]

Getting the hell out of here would be nice.

[ with a minor grimace, no less. ] Since it doesn't look like the situation's getting any better.