THE SKY WAS TOO DAMN BRIGHT. he could never understand how the sun, the embodiment of happiness, joy, and comfort, could have the audacity to shine and smile upon the graveyard of tired, unhappy, uncomfortable children.
it was like a taunt. 'ha! i have no pity for you, children, so drown in misery! ahahaha!' he could imagine the sun, laughing and pointing and mocking them. looking around, nobody noticed the same things he did, so he went back to work, silently mocking the sun himself.
"why were you staring at the sun? you do realize you could go blind that way."
"i was just looking. that's all." he responded, continuing to work. he was put to work by bellamy to gather all the little ammunition they had. "frankly, i'd like to go blind. don't have to watch you fools drown in misery.
"don't- fuck you, miller."