So much had happened in such a short time.

Wells was dead, and despite what everyone was thinking, it wasn't Murphy who had killed him, but Charlotte, the youngest of the delinquents.

Murphy had been tortured instead, and you understood his anger and fury after being punished so brutally for something he didn't do. But now Charlotte was also dead, and Murphy was on the verge of being banished from the camp.

All eyes were on you, Bellamy and Clarke waiting for your response. They were in agreement about sending Murphy away from the camp, but as their co-leader, they needed your opinion.

It all felt wrong; when had things changed so much that you had to decide who was or wasn't worthy of staying? You were doing the same thing the Ark, which they had criticized so much, had done to you when the authorities living there decided it was a good idea to send a hundred kids to a planet they didn't even know was habitable.

Murphy felt your gaze; he was on his knees on the ground after Bellamy had pushed him. "Don't look at me like that. I don't need your pity, I don't need anyone's pity."