week two, saturday night
[Late Saturday night, after things have settled down, Bellamy heads back down to the beach. He's too keyed up to sleep despite his utter exhaustion. Almost everyone else is inside, so it's easy enough to spot Newt closer to the surf. Bellamy hesitates for a moment, then crosses the sand to join him, plopping down in the sand without an invitation, of course.]
If it's not about trust, what is it about?
If it's not about trust, what is it about?
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[It's far too clinical and detached for Bellamy, who already views every death so far as a personal failure.]
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I'm stating facts. When you boil everything down, that's what we're left with. You're right, four people are dead, and they were innocent and they didn't deserve it. That doesn't change what we're faced with.
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I'm not playing this to the end.
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So what's your plan?
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[He leaves the rest unspoken. If it isn't, they don't have a plan.]
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[could be just more suffering for giggles but let him dream]
I highly doubt any code's on the island, but for argument's sake, let's say you do find it. What's she going to do?
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[Is that a hint of self-deprecation?]
We dealt with an AI back home that had more reach than this, and she worked her ass off to stop it. She can do it.
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[It's not sarcastic or dismissive. In fact, Bellamy sounds a bit desperate. He and Raven have spoken multiple times about a back up plan if she can't get to the Chiefs, and Bellamy still has nothing. It's starting to drive him crazy.]
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[Unfortunately the jungle is like 90% of the island, but still.]
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[He's not trying to be a pessimist, but...]
There has to be something we can do to speed this up.