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( The world is strange and the air breathes differently from what he'd grown accustomed to on the Ring; it's odd to inhale fresh air again when you've only had the recycled shit for a couple years. Bellamy wants to stick around, thinks to, but there's a touch of chaos on the air that unsettles him, an urgency in the steps of everyone around him once he's outside of the castle. The Emperor reminds him too much of Kane back on the Ark, unsettles him, and Bellamy can't wait to get out.
When he asks for people, Clarke is the first name on his lips; asking for her by name, followed by Octavia, by others that might have said yes to a wolf that needed their word. It takes a few tries before recognition dawns on someone at Clarke's name. The woman is nice enough to take him to a mirror and instruct him how to use it, even if he's taken aback with disbelief over the possibility of magic mirrors. Half expecting to hit the reflective surface like a fool when he steps forward, Bellamy manages to stumble through it from the shock of it actually working.
Forsvar, she told him. She's the healer there.
Approaching the encampment proves pretty fruitless, ultimately. )
I'm just trying to see if someone I know is here. ( Bellamy feels like he's said it a hundred times now, wondering if maybe the language barrier does exist despite being told the contrary. He's growing frustrated, irritated. ) If you could just... tell Clarke who I am so she can come meet me out here? ( He huffs a breath. ) Please.
When he asks for people, Clarke is the first name on his lips; asking for her by name, followed by Octavia, by others that might have said yes to a wolf that needed their word. It takes a few tries before recognition dawns on someone at Clarke's name. The woman is nice enough to take him to a mirror and instruct him how to use it, even if he's taken aback with disbelief over the possibility of magic mirrors. Half expecting to hit the reflective surface like a fool when he steps forward, Bellamy manages to stumble through it from the shock of it actually working.
Forsvar, she told him. She's the healer there.
Approaching the encampment proves pretty fruitless, ultimately. )
I'm just trying to see if someone I know is here. ( Bellamy feels like he's said it a hundred times now, wondering if maybe the language barrier does exist despite being told the contrary. He's growing frustrated, irritated. ) If you could just... tell Clarke who I am so she can come meet me out here? ( He huffs a breath. ) Please.