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?

Comments

[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.