[ the ark has a one-child policy. bellamy doubts any of the kids, save maybe clarke and a few others, know what it's like to witness it. he doesn't think clarke's even seen a woman give birth to her child, but he supposes abby would have stories. it's more than what anyone else would know, he thinks. ]
[ it's easier to talk about octavia than it is mom. it'll always be easier. ]
There's not really much to talk about. [ he looks down, hand still beneath hers, but he almost doesn't feel it. almost. given her hand is cold, it's a little difficult to ignore. his tone isn't conversational or warm. bellamy's trying to remove himself from the topic at hand, given it tiptoes a little too close to what he doesn't want to think about. ] She died. I have to focus on Octavia now.
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[ it's easier to talk about octavia than it is mom. it'll always be easier. ]
There's not really much to talk about. [ he looks down, hand still beneath hers, but he almost doesn't feel it. almost. given her hand is cold, it's a little difficult to ignore. his tone isn't conversational or warm. bellamy's trying to remove himself from the topic at hand, given it tiptoes a little too close to what he doesn't want to think about. ] She died. I have to focus on Octavia now.