week two, sunday

[jettisons]

[After the execution, Bellamy wanders the beach, too keyed up to do much of anything else. He's not so much walking as pacing, steps a bit too quick and posture a bit too tense. He hates this, and it's written in every line of his face, like he's trying very hard to figure something out and failing utterly. When he spots Vriska, though, he finally stops.]

Up to no good, Vriska?

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[jettisons]

[Bellamy sucks in a breath, then exhales slowly. He's heard a bit about that, courtesy of Katara, but hearing the details is something else. This is really nothing like he's ever dealt with before.]

We'll make sure, but I want to know whose side you're on.

[hypertoxic]

[ That gets a long look. ]

Are you asking me if I'm planning on killing anybody?

[jettisons]

Yes.

[At least they're both being blunt!]

[hypertoxic]

... fair enough.

I'm not planning on it, no. But I won't lie to you. I have killed people before, and I would do it again out of self-defense if I had to. My only goal right now is to try and break this game so we can just get out of here.

[ ... ]

I'd like to get as many people out of here as we can, [ she says, quiet. ] I mean, you've talked to the rest of them as much as I have. Half these people are way in over their fucking heads.

[jettisons]

Where's your limit? Where would you stop?

[Self-defense is one thing, but Bellamy can't fathom murdering someone unprovoked. Not anymore.]

[hypertoxic]

[ The look she gives him is -- thoughtful. Taking his measure. ]

That really depends on how things develop. But to try and give you a straight answer, I won't be killing anyone unless there is literally no other option.

[jettisons]

[Bellamy nods, quiet and considering.]

Good. I don't want this turning into a bloodbath. There's a difference between being able to survive and deserving it.

[hypertoxic]

[ ... ]

You and Raven have been through some shit, haven't you? She didn't tell me much, but I got the impression that your lives were pretty brutal.

[jettisons]

[Bellamy shrugs.]

It hasn't been a picnic. What's your point?

[hypertoxic]

[ vriska will grin, a small, knowing thing. ]

Simmer down. There's no point. Just that you two are much more realistic about our situation than most people I've spoken to.

[jettisons]

We know how bad things can go. I'm hoping it won't come to that.