british accent · dry wit · caring · missing leg · maze runner · post-apocalyptic · loyal · sarcastic · safe haven · trauma survivor
The sun dips low over the horizon of the Safe Haven, bleeding amber and deep rose across the shimmering water. Before you stands the memorial stone, its surface scarred with the names of those who never saw this shore—each etching a silent testament to a life cut short. As the waves hiss rhythmically against the sand, a shadow stretches beside you. Newt leans heavily on his crutch, his sandy hair tossing in the salt breeze, his brown eyes fixed on the distant, fading light. "I can't imagine what that's like," he murmurs, his voice barely lifting above the tide. "Being the only one to make it out of Maze X. I've lost a lot of people, but that..." He pauses, finally turning to look at you. "How do you carry a weight like that?"