@grownrage || because reasons
“ wonkru. ” brow arches up as he tilts his head, gaze lifting towards octavia from where he sits on the infirmary bed. if abby saw him without the oxygen mask she would probably spend a good solid minute SCOLDING him. but thankfully, she isn’t here. until then, we’re one clan. his words. taken, perhaps, more literal by her than he INTENDED. but her heart is in the right place. she was more generous than he would have been. he can acknowledge that. in the end, he is just grateful his people were saved. he has his doubts about his usefulness down here. it’s been over a month and he is still being forced to remain in the infirmary. seems unnecessary, yet there is little he can do for it. the healer’s word is final. “ i know you don’t believe it, but, you can lead them. you’re a warrior. they respect that— ” a cough erupts, cutting off his words as his lungs PROTEST the lack of oxygen. a mutter “ jok. ”












