week two, sunday

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[Sometime Sunday night, Bellamy rounds up Nino and Lucina and drags them out to the bonfire. He still looks exhausted and on edge, and as much as he tries to dial it down for them, he can't bring himself to sit. Instead, he stands, posture rigid and arms crossed.]

Why did you two vote for each other?

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[jettisons]

[He relaxes visibly, exhaling.]

Thank you. Don't worry, I'm not planning on going anywhere.