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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[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.