[Despite the gravity of the topic, Bellamy cracks half a smile.]

I knew I liked you.

[He doesn't exactly relax, but a measure of tension eases out of the line of his shoulders. He squeezes his hand into a fist instead of picking idly at cloth and glove. Subterfuge, lying, that's not the same as the intricacies of politics. Playing games with people and their lives. Bellamy doesn't have a lot of patience, not when it's to do with people, or, at least, people he cares about.]

What makes you say that? 'One day'? The day he finally pisses someone off bad enough, or the day whoever's protecting him gets sick of protecting him?