[ bellamy knows his life had been close to what normal could be on the ark before octavia. with friends and a life that wasn't plagued by needing to watch his actions and his own language, he thinks he had the childhood anyone else had on the ark, from wells to raven. but with octavia, things had changed, and elsa's words ring true for him with how it'd been on the ark growing up. ]
[ he doubts it'd been the same for her. maybe more isolating, given how he's come to understand being a child of royalty may have singled her out from any of the other children. and how it may have been isolating, given her parents may not have wanted her to mingle with the kids in the town of arendelle. ]
At least you had someone. That's always a good thing. [ bellamy had mom for seven years before he'd had octavia. he doesn't understand what having a servant would be like. aside from the films he's seen, where they're mistreated, hardly people themselves, he thinks he understands it to an extent. the people of section 17 had been like that for him — simply there when he needed them. ]
[ he looks around as they walk, hands in the pockets of his jacket. he doesn't wave to anyone, barely acknowledges any person in the foyer as someone he recognises. ]
[ he shrugs, looking at her from the corner of his eye. ] I kind of don't know what a servant is. We didn't have them on the Ark. No royalty, either. [ he lifts his shoulders upward, a purposeful shrug as he purses his lips. he settles his posture as he triggers the sensor of the automatic doors. ] You're kind of my first.
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[ he doubts it'd been the same for her. maybe more isolating, given how he's come to understand being a child of royalty may have singled her out from any of the other children. and how it may have been isolating, given her parents may not have wanted her to mingle with the kids in the town of arendelle. ]
At least you had someone. That's always a good thing. [ bellamy had mom for seven years before he'd had octavia. he doesn't understand what having a servant would be like. aside from the films he's seen, where they're mistreated, hardly people themselves, he thinks he understands it to an extent. the people of section 17 had been like that for him — simply there when he needed them. ]
[ he looks around as they walk, hands in the pockets of his jacket. he doesn't wave to anyone, barely acknowledges any person in the foyer as someone he recognises. ]
[ he shrugs, looking at her from the corner of his eye. ] I kind of don't know what a servant is. We didn't have them on the Ark. No royalty, either. [ he lifts his shoulders upward, a purposeful shrug as he purses his lips. he settles his posture as he triggers the sensor of the automatic doors. ] You're kind of my first.