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There was a loud crack in the sky as Murphy left his guard post. It was not yet night, but the sun had already set. Dark clouds clumped overhead, and he was instantly glad he was not in the night patrol tonight. He handed his gun to Major Byrne, who snatched it away without grace. He might have been pardoned by Abby, but pardoned was not the same as trusted. He didn't blame them. Hell, he wouldn't trust himself if he were them.

He exchanged a polite nod or two with the people coming in for the night patrol, more out of courtesy than anything else. It was not a secret that he had little to no friends in camp—little because these days Bellamy could actually tolerate to be in the same room as him. He had his hands full dealing with Clarke anyways.

The aftermath after Finn's death was both chaotic and machine-like. Raven was a mess. Clarke was cold. Raven had screamed at Clarke for hours. From the moment Clarke walked through the gates, Raven being held back by Bellamy and Clarke walking stoically by her, to the peak hours of the early morning, her voice soft and scratchy as she cradled her head in front of the gates where she had migrated to after Bellamy dropped her off at her tent. He had stood a few feet behind her then, and just stared. There had been a feeling in his chest that had made him uncomfortable. It would be hours later when he realized that it was pity.

That angered him. He was not the type of person to feel, he had programmed himself that way a long time ago, yet here he was feeling. Feeling for the girl that wanted to offer him in sacrifice to the grounder tribe, where she knew they would literally rip him limb from limb, all to protect her precious ex-boyfriend. He knew he wasn't innocent by far. He just found it bitterly amusing that he was considered a monster when there were those in camp that had more blood on their hands who were considered saints.

Finn, for example.

If he had been the one to massacre an entire village, he knew Clarke would have handed him over without a second thought.

He was angry that it hurt.

Murphy was rounding off a corner, heading to his tent when he saw her. Raven sat outside her tent, her elbows on her knees as she rested her chin on the bridge her arms formed over her bent knees. It was her face that made him stop. She had this glazed blank look over her eyes, dried streaks of tears on her skin. Her chest rose slightly as she breathed, but other than that she didn't move.

Despite his better judgment, he walked slowly towards her. He sat down besides her, leaving a few inches of space between them.

"It's going to rain. You should head inside your tent." He said, turning his head to look at her.

She didn't respond, she didn't move.

Murphy took a deep breath.

"I forgive you, you know."

Her head turned towards him, eyebrows scrunched.

"For wanting to offer me as sacrifice." he looked at the tents in front of them, smirk in place.

"Go to hell." she spat at him.

"Already am."

She wiped harshly at her cheeks, and he knew he had at least brought her out of her trance.

"I'd call us even, now." He pursed his lips, boring his eyes into hers.

"We're not even close." she glared back

His eyes wandered back to the dusty ground in front of him. He felt her body deflate as her momentary anger at him dissipated.

"I'm sorry about Finn." he whispered.

He heard her sniffle besides him.

"Why are you here Murphy?"

He scoffed quietly and shook his head. His fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he tilted his head to his chest. He felt her watery eyes on him, could see her turned down lips without even glancing at her.

"Because," he swallowed "for some odd reason that I can't understand, I care. And I want you to know that… You're not alone."

"I am alone." She murmured, her voice hitching.

"No you're not. Raven, there are so many people in this camp that are grieving with you— "

"If you're talking about Clarke, I'm warning you don't. She—"

"She did what she had to do." Murphy stated, his voice overlapping her flawed thoughts.

They sat in silence for a few seconds, until she heard him laugh softly to himself. She looked at him with fire in her eyes.

"I'm glad my pain makes you laugh."

He cleared his throat, and sighed. "That's not it. It's just… The world is fucked if I'm the one giving advice."

A humorless laugh bubbled from her throat, and she wiped away the tears that had started falling with the back of her hand.

"We're so fucked." she agreed.

He swayed and knocked her knees with his, and she gave him a sad smile.

"Thanks, Murphy."

"Don't mention it." He half-smiled at the ground.

Overhead, loud thunder boomed, and Murphy could see the tell-tale signs of a storm approaching. He didn't want to leave, but he had to get to his tent before the rain started. He had spent enough miserable nights wet and cold when he had been banished, he wasn't keen to spend another one without reason. He might have his own tent, but because the people of the Ark had yet to fully recognize him as one of their own, the only comfort he had were a few ratty blankets he had found in the dropship.

"I have to go." He groaned as he stood up, shaking out his shoulders.

Raven nodded, and he started towards his own tent.

"Hey Murphy?" she called, and he whipped his head around. "I forgive you."

She didn't have to say for what. He knew. Her fingers lazily stroked her brace as she looked expectantly at him.

He gave her a curt nod and began to walk again. His steps slowed though, and he turned his body around so that he was walking backwards. He saw her get up and wipe her hands on her legs. There was a noticeable weariness in the way she was carrying herself and before he could stop himself, he called to her again.

"Raven?"

"Yeah?" She put her hands on her hips.

"My name's smiled, his lips tightly pressed against each other before he walked to his tent, this time without looking back.

I have a lot of Murphy/Raven feels, I'm sorry! Murphy is a hard character to write, so I apologize if he was a little OOC. I just had this scenario stuck in my head and I had to write it down. I know the writers really wanted us to feel Finn's death, but what I felt the most was for the two women he left behind heartbroken. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed, please feel free to leave a review to let me know your thoughts :)

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