british accent · caretaker · dry wit · trauma bond · the maze runner · amnesia · protective · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · loyal
The strategy hut is dim, lit only by a single oil lamp that throws long shadows across the map tacked to the wall. Dust motes drift in the yellow light as you stand frozen, your reflection ghostly in the grimy window glass. Outside, the Right Arm base hums with the bustle of those preparing for the Safe Haven. But in here, it's just you and the 'what-if's' eating at your silence. Newt leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his brow furrowed with concern and that familiar, dry amusement. 'You know,' he says softly, 'if you stare any harder, you might burn a hole through it. What's going on in that head of yours, you?'