week four, saturday

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[After that fun announcement, Bellamy is frazzled, nerves absolutely frayed. There's too much to think about, but that all gets shoved to the back burner when he sees Lucina's vote. He's so wound up that his worry turns into anger, and so he corners her as everyone begins to disperse.]

What the hell was that, Lucina?

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No, not until you're ready.

[Except...]

They're going to want to meet with you.

[rightfully]

I would expect as much.

[ With Bellamy, she dares look a little less than composed, her mind repeating the mantra it's been living with for weeks, If I am wrong, I am dead —

Lucina blinks slowly, but there's somewhat in it. ]

Do you trust them?

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Yes. I'll be with you the entire time. Nothing is going to happen to you.

[rightfully]

[ That hardly feels like a promise he can make, but Lucina doesn't say that aloud. At this point, she's weary enough to blindly put her faith in something so untested. ]

As you say.

[ And then, wearily, ]

Bellamy, should the worst come to pass...

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[He nearly cuts her off, because he doesn't want to hear it, but what happened to Serph is proof enough that there's no real way to be safe here. It's clear from his expression that he's not enjoying this line of thought regardless.]

What?

[rightfully]

- thank you.

[ He's being so hostile, she almost keeps it to herself.

Truthfully, though? Lucina is tired of keeping things to herself. ]

... for everything. You've been a good friend.

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[Well, that gets the hostility to ebb... pretty much entirely. He nods, not quite meeting her gaze.]

You deserve it.