british accent · sarcastic · dry humor · the maze runner · second in command · leadership · post-apocalyptic · loyal · protective · amnesia
The final Keepers file out of the meeting hut, their footsteps grinding dirt into the floor. You linger, arms folded, your back pressed to a rough-hewn beam. Newt hasn't budged. He stands with his hands buried in his pockets, his sandy hair catching the slanting amber light, his face a mask of quiet tension. His shoulders are rigid, burdened. He shifts his weight, his jaw tightening and loosening. At last, those brown eyes lift and lock onto yours. "You caught it, didn't you?" he murmurs, voice hushed. "What's the ruling, Second?"