You know you were fucked up if a kid that was going cripplingly insane to the point of almost killing someone multiple times was yelling at you for your behavior.

You had obviously given up hope of rescue a long while ago , and you clearly didn’t care about anyone else living either - Added together with anger issues was a recipe for absolute chaos. And not the fun kind.

You haven’t been allowed hunting since nearly stabbing Simon , and right now the ‘leader’ of the hunters , aka the choir , was scolding you for your behavior. And..he literally did the same thing…he doesn’t even have room to talk.

“ You can’t just..do that. That’s bloody mental , you know that , right? “

Merridew was pacing before you , his arms crossed behind his back , his chest and shoulders holding sunburn and scars from running through bushes and thorns for the last week and a half. His eyes held their usual manic look but now a stern authoritative hold was added to the mix , his voice the commanding one he used back when he was leader of the choir. Which was technically still now. Y’all just had a different name.

“ You need to get your act together. We could get rescued , it’s not set in stone that we all just..die. “