Rosie's legs ached, but she pushed on in spite of the pain. The morale was low, and she was starting to realize that everyone around her was growing weary of Jaha and his inspirational speeches. Her head was pounding, and she was unsure if it was from dehydration or Murphy's constant badgering. It had only been three days, but he had managed to make her want to claw her eyes out on multiple occasions. If she didn't know any better, she would think his sole purpose in coming was to annoy her.

She lagged behind the group, eventually stopping to catch her breath. They were making good time, only stopping for one hour each night to rest. The human body wasn't made to walk 72 hours, though, and the effects were definitely starting to take their toll on Rosie. She bent down at the waist, her hands on her hips as she heaved. She knew she needed water, desperately, but Jaha told them they'd have to cross a desert. She knew she would need water much more then, so she was trying to ration.

"Come on Goldsman, can't keep up?" Murphy had been the only one to stop, hands on his hip as he stared down at the girl.

She regained her composure, standing up straight and shooting a glare at Murphy. This caused him to smirk, because all he truly wanted was to get under her skin. Anytime she even hinted it was working, he was happy. The rest of the group began to slow as well, noticing that Rosie had stopped and wanting to check if she was okay. Jaha came to her first, placing an arm on her shoulder. Her mother was the last to stop, rolling her eyes and pursing her chapped lips.

"We haven't even been walking that long. If she already can't handle this, she should just turn around." Her mother stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Are you seriously suggesting we send your daughter alone through these woods back to Arkadia?" Jaha turned to face her mother, giving her a disappointed look. "Come on, Michelle, you're better than this."

Her mother sighed, dropping her hands to her sides and hanging her head. Rosie knew her show of guilt was more about pleasing Jaha and keeping up appearances than anything else. Jaha turned his attention back on Rosie, and she sucked in a breath.

"I'm fine, honestly." She spoke up for the first time that day, her voice sounding hoarse as it escaped her. Jaha eyed her suspiciously, to which she pushed passed him and joined the group. She would not be seen as the weak one.

"So, Goldsman, fill me in," Murphy started, falling in step beside the red-headed girl. "Why's your mom such a bitch?"

They were walking in the center of the group, and John made no attempt to be quiet. Jaha gave him a disapproving look, to which he raised two hands in defense. Her mother snapped her head towards the pair, shooting daggers in their direction. She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it when Jaha placed a hand on the center of her back. She shot them one last glare, before turning her head back around and pressing on.

"You try having a lunatic as a daughter," Rosie heard her mother mutter, but pretended as if she didn't.

Her eyes focused back on Murphy, who was looking at her expectantly. He still wanted an answer, whether Jaha approved or not. She turned her head to face forward, settling on not answering him. Over these past few days, she's taken up two different responses. The first was simple. She just ignored him, as if she couldn't hear a word he was saying. The second was strictly for when she was too fed up with him, she'd eventually cave and play into whatever it was he was bugging her about. Sometimes the ignoring worked, others it didn't. She always tested silence first, though.

"Oh come on, you're not letting this one go that easy." Murphy chastised, eyes fixed on the shorter girl next to him.

She remained silent still, praying he would take the hint and just give up. Some part of her nagged at her, considering she knew how stubborn he was. If he really wanted to know that bad, he wouldn't give up. She was right, because he poked her in the ribs with his elbow, making her shoot her eyes towards him. He had a little grin on his face, and he raised his eyebrows to wordlessly say "go on." With a sigh, she felt herself giving in.

"I don't know. I guess it's not easy having a criminal for a daughter." She trudged on, eyes forced ahead. She didn't want to look at him and see whatever face he was making. She knew the wheels would start turning in his head and he would remember what she was arrested for, if he wasn't already thinking about it. Everyone knew; she was the crazy murderer.

Murphy must've noticed the look on her face, because he seemed to soften a bit. He knew exactly what it was like to have people judge you for your crimes. It felt like everyone in the world hated him for everything he had done since they landed on Earth. He recognized the look on her face, the pain from innacurate perceptions people have about you. Worst of all, she had been dealing with that pain, alone, for years. Murphy had only had to go through it for about a month.

"Well, we're all criminals, aren't we?" Murphy started, causing Rosie to look over at him. "That's no excuse. You don't see all the other moms of the 100 acting like her."

Rosie shrugged. What he was doing was kind, but Rosie also knew her situation was different from the rest of the 100. When the rest of the ark came down, all of the few kids who had avoided being taken by Mt. Weather had happy reunions. Sterling, Monroe, and Clarke all got to hug at least one of their parents. Rosie just watched from the outside, knowing she would never have anything like that with her family.

When they first got to Arkadia, Murphy and Bellamy had been locked up for trying to fight. Rosie felt helpless and lost, so she followed Bellamy. Kane never objected, because he seemed to pity the girl. She remembered seeing him in lockup, chained to the ground. When he saw her come in, he was confused. Although he was the closest person to her, there was still so much he didn't know about her. Kane had told her, almost immediately after finding them, that her parents were both alive and came down with Alpha station. Bellamy, unaware of their strained relationship, had assumed she'd go straight to see them. Instead, there she was, sitting on the floor of lockup with him. 

Bellamy had also assumed she would live in her parent's quarters, but as soon as he realized she had no intention of seeing them, he asked her to stay with him. He didn't particularly like being alone, though he would never admit that, and it also meant he could keep an eye on her, confirm she was safe. 

She had been silent for quite a few moments, and Murphy was trying to decide if he should press her to talk more or not. He wanted to know more about her crimes, out of curiosity. He knew she murdered two men when she was 12, both with a little pocket knife. Rumors had spread when it happened, kids saying things like she carved out their eyes or cut off their tongues, and when the guards found her she was covered in blood, laughing. But anyone who even attempted to talk to her would know there was no way that was true. If she had been the maniac she was rumored to be, she would boast about it. She would have done it again, down here. Instead, she was just quiet. Like it scarred her.

"You know, I've killed more people than you," Murphy started, deciding on his approach to get her to talk, "If you count Charlotte." The last part came out as barely a whisper, like it was something even he didn't want to admit to himself.

Rosie sighed, annoyed by the comparison he drew between the two of them. It wasn't a game to her, she couldn't care less who killed more people. There were differences in who they killed, and why they killed them. Even if Murphy didn't know her motives, they weren't comparable.

"Yeah, but you're also older than I was, and you were motivated by vengeance," Rosie started, confusing Murphy, who wasn't looking to be assured. 

"I'm not try-" Murphy started, but Rosie cut him off before he could finish. Something she never did.

"People can understand you. They can explain you," She paused, gathering her thoughts. "They can't understand me. No one knows how, or why I did it. So I scare them. People don't like what they can't understand. That's why my mom acts the way she does."

Murphy stared at the girl beside him, taking in her words. Her eyes were focused on her feet as they walked on. He studied her, her curly red hair tied up in a high ponytail, her thin face and dark circles. She needed rest. He noted how tired she looked, and found himself wondering if it was the kind of tired that sleep would fix. To him, it seemed to be the kind of tired building up for 5 years. The kind of loneliness, of scared wayward stares and whispers behind your back. She was tired of the ark, of the people. She was tired of her life.

Rosie's mom hadn't been listening to them talk anymore, pushing her way to the front of the group to get away from her offspring. Jaha and her father had hung back though, and they caught every word. Her father was staring at her and was heartbroken by the girl. His little girl had turned into a girl he didn't recognize, one with so much more pain and hurt than he could even imagine. To his right, Jaha was studying the girl. He took in her words, her movements, her emotions. He was trying to read her, thinking about her crime so many years ago. Something wasn't right about it.

"Well, screw 'em," Murphy settled on, trying to lift the sullen mood he had ultimately created. 

Rosie nodded, conceding that this would be the end of the conversation they had just had. She had talked more about her crimes than she would have liked to, because truthfully she hated to think about them. Whenever she was reminded of that awful day, she wanted to just shut down. She would remember the room, the blood, the distant sounding screams that were actually just coming from her. It's what alerted the guards to her location. She remembered the look on their faces, the look on her parents faces as she was dragged to solitary. Luckily, she never could remember the actual murders themselves. She seemed to have blocked them out, which she was thankful for. Unfortunately for her, she had to think about the murders more often than she'd like, what with how many people either brought it up or whispered about it when she was nearby. Bellamy had always tried to shield her from the whispers, threatening people who talked about her. Sadly, it just didn't always work.

As her mind raced and she tried to think about something other than the murders, her thoughts fell on Bellamy. She wondered about him, and if he were safe in Mt. Weather. She wondered if she'd ever see him again, and felt a pang in her heart at the thought of his absence. She imagined him coming back, tired and broken from being a spy in war, and wanting to see her. She imagined his hurt upon finding her letter, and finding that she left. Then, worst of all, she imagined his anger, learning that Murphy was one of the people she left with.

Her eyes scanned the boy next to her, remembering just how much she had hated him in the past. It wasn't that she didn't now, she just kind of felt numb, and knew it was hard to hate someone you had to spend so much time with. She didn't have the energy to be angry or hold a grudge, all her energy was going towards surviving now. She could go back to hating him once they found the city of light.

Murphy caught her eyeing him and found himself looking away. He too had wondered why she wasn't meaner to him, after everything he had done to Bellamy. Any normal person would want to kill him, or at least want nothing to do with him. Rosie, at most, just seemed mildly annoyed by his presence. He wondered, how could a girl who committed two of the most brutal murders on the ark, possibly be so calm and forgiving? She was hiding something, and he had all the time in the world to find out what it was.