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[jettisons]

[Bellamy looks exhausted, but by now, there's nothing new about that. His hair is a mess and there are bags under his eyes, but hey, at least he ditched his jacket. Small improvements.]

My name's Bellamy Blake.

[Hey guys, hope you're all doing great, but Bellamy is allergic to polite smalltalk apparently, so he jumps right in.]

Wyver expects us to earn our keep, and we're not exactly drowning in food like we were in Olympia. I'm trying to organize some hunting parties, bring back as much as we can carry. Something tells me not all of us know how to hunt, so I'll teach you if you're willing to put in the work and share what you kill. Any basic survival training you need, I'll help you out.

[That's it, mostly. Except:]

If you're not comfortable leaving the city, don't. We don't need anyone else getting hurt.

Comments

[obstinance]

[ that's not how it works, bellamy!!! ]

which won't be for awhile. people have as much of a handle on this as they can manage right now.

[jettisons]

[God, Clary!]

More and more people are getting sick. Clarke's running herself into the ground at the clinic. I need to do this.

[obstinance]

how do you expect to help anyone if you can't even help yourself?

[ 'god, clary' is right. ]