Week Two | The Huts | Thursday Evening

[sasetai]

[ She's humming to herself, an almost skip in her step as she walks. It's Thursday but somehow she isn't at all afraid, doesn't seem at all concerned about whether the Chief will make good on his word. After all, Shin had promised her-- all she needed to do was get inside by curfew. Everything would be okay.

She doesn't question why she'd seen him today, or how he'd gotten here. She was just happy to see him, happy for to see something familiar that hadn't been ruined by everything that had happened before this place.

She doesn't really register whatever state Bellamy is in before she says hello. ]

Good evening!

[ She approaches in a strangely good mood, more curious about what he's up to than anything else. ]

You're still out here? We have to get inside soon, you know.

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[jettisons]

[Bellamy flinches back instinctively, then blinks down at her as though trying to clear his vision.]

I'm fine. Just... seeing things like everyone else.

[His voice is strained, and it's clear he's trying to keep it together.]

[sasetai]

[ Seeing things? She doesn't really understand because she's convinced the things she'd been seeing were real. ]

What kinds of things? Can you talk about them?

[jettisons]

[He shakes his head, although it's more of an attempt to clear his thoughts than to brush her off.]

It's...

[He doesn't know how to talk about this. Where does he start?]

Friends from home. They're not actually here.

[sasetai]

That should be a good thing, shouldn't it..?

[ She grows more and more confused. ]

I saw a friend today too, but it was really nice! Are you seeing something more than that..? Or were they not happy to see you too?

[jettisons]

[Bellamy's quiet for a moment, turning his full attention to her, maybe a bit more intensely than usual, because he's trying desperately to stay lucid.]

It's not...

[How does he even talk about this? He's not sure he wants to, but Jinah has been so honest with him that he can't bring himself to brush her off. His response is quiet, his voice rough.]

She died three weeks ago. I would rather have her here.