He thought by now the agonizing pain would’ve dulled down, though it was just as painful as it’d been for the last two days the grounders had him confined. Murphy could barely keep his eyes open, warm blood trickling down the side of his face. He knew he was a bad person, but everything that’d happen to him since Skaikru reached the ground was ridiculous.

Framed for taking Wells’ life before he was banished for trying to get revenge on the true criminal. Now Grounders had captured him and were trying to get information out of him, though their methods were far from peaceful or reasonable. He was in a state of agony, each second feeling like an eternity of what he didn’t want to admit was fear.

He didn’t know if he’d even escape from his confinement, he could only hope that he would, but he knew Bellamy wouldn’t accept him back into camp. He didn’t belong anywhere anymore, though he wasn’t sure he ever did. Maybe it was better to hate everyone else, Murphy had always told himself that. He protected himself because no-one else would.

His body tensed as he heard footsteps approaching the area with the cage-like cell he was in, he was preparing himself for more pain and questioning. He backed up a tad as he held a grunt of pain back, he knew he’d crack eventually… that he would tell the grounders everything. He glanced out into the darkness, the pair of footsteps quieter this time around.

“Screw you, grounder.” He spoke into the darkness, not yet seeing someone. He figured it was some cruel form of intimidation, though despite everything he was still his asshole self. He knew his words wouldn’t do much given his weakened position, but defiance would always be apart of him, even if he was taking his last breath. His gaze landed on you though, a grounder who looked curious and not.. malicious.