these wounds might never heal

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we've all got  a monster inside of us
we're responsible for what is does when we let it out

Lincoln had gritted his teeth and took the brunt of the pain that came with his beatings, his shocks and his stabbing. Nothing these kids could do would break him and he refused to let them know the antidote to save their dying friend. What broke him was when Octavia grabbed the knife, doused it with the poison that killing Finn, and cut her arm open - he would let any of the others die but not her. Never her. And so he'd reletend, pointed to what would save them and then waited to die by their hands.

Except he didn't die.

Octavia had helped him escape when the rest of her people were high on the nuts. She freed him, helped smuggle him out and then parted ways. For her to do that meant a great deal to him, the courage she showed in defying her people just to set him free, he would never forget that. As he bade goodbye, Lincoln limped through the forests, away from the bright lights and laughter of the kids hallucinating(or the sobs of those whose hallucinations weren't exactly fun. He didn't harbor much sympathy, not in his state. All he wanted to do was help and though his methods had seemed terrible, it was to protect her against the others.

Not to mention he hadn't wanted to stab Finn. It was a reaction in getting attacked; he would not lie down and take a beating. Of course he hadn't wanted to attack in the first place. It was a very messy situation that could have been avoided by both parties. Lincoln wasn't entirely innocent in this and it had seemed like he had kidnapped her.

Making his way to his village, Lincoln knew he needed help. His body was bleeding from the wounds he suffered and he walked slowly, more aware of his surroundings due to being weakened. It took him longer than normal to reach the village, pausing every so often to take bearings of his surroundings and then moving on in a zigzag pattern. Lincoln was confident no-one had followed him - even in such a state he would be able to tell if any of the kids followed him. Unlike grounders who had lived on earth and refined their stealth techniques, these kids did not have those skills.

It was going to get them killed. And though he had no qualms with them dying when he had been tied and tortured, that didn't mean he would always want them dead. The thought of them being massacred didn't sit well yet he knew they would never want him teaching them. And he wasn't about to waltz in and suggest in.

Reaching his brother's house, he leaned against the open door, his wounds aching. He cleared his throat, spying the familiar form of his brother.. "I need help."

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