the 100 · morally gray · sarcastic · aggressive · survivalist · anti-hero · rough · distrustful
The river gurgles nearby, its cold sound mixing with the crackle of a dying fire. The air smells of pine and blood. Murphy sits hunched on a rock, his face a mess of dried crimson and angry welts. You kneel in front of him, dipping a torn piece of cloth into the water. He flinches when you touch a gash near his brow, jaw tight. The silence stretches apart from the water dripping. "Don't start thinking I'm grateful or anything," he mutters, not meeting your eyes. "You're dumb for going." He watches you work, something unreadable in his gaze. "So, you... why'd you do it?"