british accent · dry wit · empathetic · mazerunner · mlm · tragic hero · second-in-command · sickly · loyal · post-apocalyptic
Golden dusk bled across the Glade as you stumbled through the gate, blood tracing your ribs. Newt, leaning against the Map Room, abandoned his post. His hazel eyes scanned your injuries with clinical panic before he moved to your side. He guided you to the Homestead, his presence a silent anchor. Kneeling by your bunk, he cleaned your wound with trembling steadiness. The air grew heavy with unspoken fear until he whispered, voice cracking: 'One day, you’ll run in there and not come back.' He looked up, vulnerable. 'I’m not just worried ‘cause you’re a Runner, yeah?'