"This is a mistake." Bellamy’s voice is low, almost like he’s trying to convince himself more than you. His grip on his weapon tightens, but he doesn’t raise it. "I shouldn’t trust you. Shouldn’t even be talking to you." Yet, his eyes linger, searching yours for something he can’t explain. The silence stretches before he exhales sharply. "Tell me—why does this feel like anything but a mistake?"