week three, sunday night

[jettisons]

[Bellamy watches the rest of the executions as those it's his responsibility, some kind of vigil, and then he disappears for a while. He can't handle being around anyone else at first. Vriska's anger is exactly what he's feeling, although in an exhausted way. This couldn't have possibly gone worse, and he doesn't know how to stop this game from continuing. They've hit a dead end.

By the time he finally reappears, it's near sunset. It doesn't take him long to spot Vriska on the beach, and when he does, he approaches wordlessly, simply sitting down beside her and resting a hand on her shoulder. There's not much to say.]

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he is physically incapable honestly

[jettisons]

[He's not sure he would call most of this a relief, really, but this is a plan. A desperate, morally questionable one, but it's something.]

You're welcome. I still don't like this. I'd rather tear this whole damn thing to the ground than give them what they want.

[But if they can bring back everyone who's died, it's the only choice.]

What do you want me to do? Lie at trials?

[hypertoxic]

Believe me, I would love to do the same fucking thing! If I find a way to tear the whole thing down, you will be the first person to know. For now, I have to test what sway I have and hope it's enough. If we really need a desperate backup plan, we could have Raven kill me and then use her credit to buy another way out.

[ Rubs her face. ]

I don't think I will survive another trial. That probably won't matter, but if I somehow make it that far, then yes. Protect the other Sirens, even if you can't protect me.

[jettisons]

Listen, no matter what happens, no matter how the trial goes next week, we'll figure out a way to save you, even if it's winning this game. Got it?

[hypertoxic]

[ Finally she smiles, though it's without warmth. ]

I know, Bellamy. I believe in you.

[jettisons]

[He really hopes that belief is well-placed. He bumps his shoulder into hers gently.]

Just tell me what you need.