notion • john murphy

5 - FRIENDS

[ FRIENDS ]

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   "It's been days. I can't believe they won't let me go. What if he's—"

   "He's fine, Sayah. I'm sure of it." Murphy reassures her. "From what I've seen, he can handle himself."

   Sayah smiles a little at Murphy's words. He was good at keeping her hopes up that's for sure.

   "Plus, I don't think Bellamy or Clarke have the guts to do anything terrible — especially with Finn there." He snorts.

   There he is. Sayah thinks. Her eyes widen when she remembers. "Oh, that reminds me. I've got something for you." She starts to unbutton her jacket.

   Murphy suddenly sits up straighter. "Woah— Okay." A small smirk forms on his face.

   Sayah rolls her eyes. "You are disgusting." She pulls out something wrapped in some sort of cloth out of her jacket. She approaches him, crouching down to place it between them. She takes a seat across from him on the hard gravel.

   Murphy raises his eyebrows and unwraps the cloth. "No way." He mumbles, grabbing it quickly. In the cloth was food.

   "Stole some extra for you, you're lucky they know not to ask what's hiding in my jacket." She jokes.

   He chuckles a bit, and stuffs his mouth immediately. "Fanks." He says, a mouthful of food muffling his words a little.

   Sayah nods. "I'd get you some water but they might ask questions then. I'm confused as to why they don't give prisoners food."

   "Sayah," He swallows his mouthful before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "We're prisoners. I think they don't care whether we starve or not."

   "Well, I care." Sayah argues.

   "Not for all of them. Only me." He winks.

   "Just eat." Sayah demands, feeling her cheeks go hot. She hated to admit it, but she enjoyed hanging out with Murphy. She enjoyed talking to him and she enjoyed when he would make her laugh and—

   "Thank you," Murphy tells her as he finishes eating. "I know it might've been difficult."

   "It wasn't really. They don't really pay any atte—"

   "That's not what I meant." He interrupts her, his voice turning serious. "I know how you feel about us. And how you should feel about us. You said your people already question you, and I know you doing all of this, it—well—it doesn't exactly help change their minds."

   It had been the first time either of them had actually spoken up aloud about what they knew they were both risking. They could ignore it all they wanted before but it was too late now. Too obvious.

   "Of course, Murphy." She replies softly.  Sayah was starting to think that maybe she wasn't just his guard. Prisoners don't tell their guards deep secrets about their lives. And guards don't hold their prisoners in their arms to make sure they don't they crumble beneath their fingertips. He was right. It didn't change her people's minds about her, that she was weak, and couldn't do what needed to be done.