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Post by Madi on Jun 27, 2020 5:17:39 GMT
Madi was staring at him from the passenger's seat. This was the real Bellamy Blake, here in the flesh, no longer a story. He was different than how she'd imagined he would be but also exactly like Clarke had described. He looked different, but that was to be expected. But he was the same protective man with an undying loyalty to his friends.
This was the man who had kept the delinquents alive when first landing on the ground; the man that had infiltrated the mountain to rescue his friends; the man that had helped save them from the second praimfaya. Except there was one thing that was bothering her, making her eyes narrow ever so faintly, one reason for her to dislike him even.
"Why did do it?" Madi asked abruptly, her gaze narrowed now and not once wavering from him. It was fair to say she was an intense child just from the way she stared. "Murphy. Why?" John Murphy was her favourite person from the stories Clarke had told her and it was to be expected that she knew how Bellamy tried to hang his friend but there were still things that needed to be explained. I'M WAKING UP TO ASH AND DUST THIS IS IT, THE APOCALYPSE MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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