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[ it's hardly surprising that her limit of taking it easy — stepping aside while others take the brunt of the work — amounts to a handful of hours.

her break isn't much of a break, admittedly, given it involves a watchful eye on the network and a ploy to head back into the fray. still, its more for the sake of those around her — and a begrudging acknowledgement that the vertigo she's experiencing won't be eased by running around — that she pretends to hole up inside of her room, somehow managing to avoid being hauled off to the sanctuary.

— she's likely only managed to avoid it because of others' exasperation with her bullheaded attitude, more aptly. either way, she'll need to apologize to both clarke and robb when the matter is settled. for now, she's taken to what reconnaissance she can achieve while impeded as she is, ignoring her mounting frustration with herself. chasing after associates won't get anywhere, so it's back alleys and seedy corners of the city she sticks to.

unfortunately, that type of self-assigned work comes with the caveat of avoiding familiar faces, certain she'll flub in any attempt to deceive them. the mask over her mouth can only conceal so much, after all, and it's with that thought in mind that she comes to an abrupt halt and turns to head in a different direction the instant she spies bellamy a few feet ahead of her. ]

[She might have been able to sneak away if it hadn't been for that neon orange hair of hers. It's eye-catching, and Bellamy glances over instinctively. Clarke has already told him Clary was one of the people close to the blast, and he knew she was going to be too stubborn to stay still, so he turns to follow her, long strides catching up to hers quickly.]

Pretty far from the sanctuary, aren't you?

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[ the footfalls behind her are relatively easy to distinguish as bellamy's, and though that thought could be blamed on her own paranoia that he's already caught a glimpse of her, the familiar drawl of his voice is too distinct. even without glancing over, she's able to identify him, breathing out a harsh sigh through her nose.

now feels like the appropriate time to curse the brightness of her hair or his longer strides, but she only fixates on the stretch of the street ahead of her, not so petty that she acts on the instinct to speed up her steps. ]

I could say the same about you.

[ yes, they're going to play that game. as far as clary's concerned, bellamy isn't entirely aware of her situation; shrugging it off and focusing the spotlight on him is fair game, if that's the case. ]

I'm not sick.

[Busted, Clary. He's shooting her a slightly judging look.]

Are you trying to make yourself pass out?

Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.

[ there's no world in which quoting sun tzu to anyone would get her off the hook, not even to izzy — someone clary knows would properly appreciate it — but it's a better alternative to directly acknowledging she doesn't plan to slow down. ]

Are you trying to get yourself sick?

[ answering a question with another question won't get her off the hook, either, but it's a warranted one. in fact, she might just be implying he's a hypocrite somewhere between the lines. ]

If I get sick, I get sick. I'll deal with it then.

["Deal with it" is wonderfully vague.]

What are you doing?

[There's no way in hell she's wandering around the city for no reason.]

You can't deal with it if it kills you.

[ wonderfully vague, indeed. it's difficult not to sound immediately incensed at that kind of flippancy, hypocritical as that kneejerk reaction is, but her tone smooths out to exasperated with some amount of self-control. ]

Making myself useful. [ speaking of wonderfully vague. she amends, a moment after, as though realizing that much, ] People talk. Someone has to know something.

Do you have a plan, or are you just going to wander around the city until you run into something?

[Secretly, he's assuming she has some sort of plan. Anything else would be ridiculous.]

[ it's like you don't even know her, bellamy. ]

I can't do both?

[ that should be enlightening enough on how just in-depth her plan is. ]

Clary.

[He reaches for her arm, trying to stop her.]

Slow down. This isn't a plan. You don't even know how sick you'll get.

[ in any other instance, she might be able to wrench herself out of his grasp. it's telling that she doesn't struggle, both in regard to what respect she does have for him and what energy she needs to conserve to avoid nearly collapsing again. ]

You don't know how sick you'll get. [ she raises her arm to emphasize where his fingers have curved around it to make her point. being in her proximity doesn't seem wise; touching her seems even less so. ] We don't know how sick any of these people will get, or how many resources we have to deal with it. Your safety is more important to me than mine, and so is theirs. I have to do something.

[ she hadn't been undermining her decision to defend the people here, as self-destructive as that thought might be. still, so many of them are human, bellamy included; she distinctly isn't. ]

[He rolls his eyes, not letting go of her arm. This is the worst combination of sheer stubbornness and self-sacrifice possible.]

"Something" doesn't help any of us if you don't know what it is, and it doesn't help if you collapse in an alley.

I'll figure it out. I just need information first — and unlike most of these people, I already have a head start.

[ a shoddy strategy, but one that's (sadly, and incredulously enough) worked in her favor. ]

What do you want me to do, Bellamy? Sit around and do nothing?

[ said as though that's unthinkable and even heard of. for clary, it just might be. ]

I want you to take care of yourself.

[That's the ideal situation, but he knows that isn't realistic, and he understands that itch to help in any way possible. He's not going to convince her, and he's not going to drag her back to Clarke.]

If you won't, I'm coming with you.

You don't need to worry about me.

[ need to versus want to is an important distinction, but it still needs to be said. ]

If I say no, are you even going to listen?

[ considering she already sounds resigned to it, it's evident she's already arrived at the answer to that. ]

You could try it.

[But the answer is clearly no, even though he finally lets go of her arm.]

Where are you going?

The Institute. [ an instantaneous answer in spite of her previous vague strategy. she's not entirely useless with formulating plans, no matter her proclivity for reckless and impulsive choices. ] If anything like this has been seen before, it'll be in the archives there. And if it isn't — well, let's just say I've heard a few unsavory things. It's worth checking out.

[ she doesn't run off the moment her arm is free from his hold, but she isn't waiting for him to speak before she sets off in that direction. ]

Go home, Bellamy.

[ he said she could try, didn't he? it's a half-hearted effort, nevertheless, already expecting a refusal. ]

[Good guess, Clary. Bellamy doesn't even break stride.]

Someone needs to carry your ass back if you pass out.

You don't even know where I'm staying. Good luck trying to carry me back, in that case.

[ without even missing a beat. how long are they going to bicker about this? stay tuned for results. ]

[Bellamy rolls his eyes. That doesn't stop him from dragging her back to Clarke, does it?]

I'll manage. You don't have any spells to fix this?

[ that's the opposite of a favor when clarke likely wants to kick her ass for running off, bellamy. ]

I don't do spells. I'm not some kind of warlock.

[ that continued belief of his would be amusing if she wasn't borderline feverish, but she's sparing him from hearing her exhale huffily, as tempting as it is. ]

It doesn't work like that, anyway. There are runes for burning out infection or replacing lost blood, but we don't exactly deal in chemical warfare. The Clave is more — [ outdated? ancient? eventually, she settles on, ] Medieval than that.

[To Bellamy, magic is magic. He doesn't know why being compared to a warlock is a bad thing, but she seems offended.]

Guess we wouldn't be that lucky. What rumors have you heard?

[ in magnus' absence, she has to be offended for his sake. ]

The runes would only work on me, anyway. Everyone else is too human.

[ too normal compared to her, but that's not a line of self-loathing thought she wants to entertain for more than a single moment. ]

Some woman stopped me earlier because she thought I was her daughter. Said something about "that snotty scientist" from the Institute being at fault. She sounded pretty adamant about it.

That's more than I've got. I don't know much about the Institute.

[Please tell him, Clary!]

[ thanks for being such an attentive student, bellamy. ]

It's a research facility run by some guy named Evras. [ that phrasing alone should make it apparent she hasn't spoken to him all. she can vouch for ashti, but lyra and evras are different matters altogether. ] It's where I get stuck on patrols most of the time. As far as I know, it's meant to be pretty prestigious, but I've never run into him.

[ being in the middle of the nobles' district might have something to do with that conclusion. ]

The laboratories are off-limits to the public, so I hope you know how to be inconspicuous.

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