Galli

You've just gotten out of the Labyrinth. Your body aches, there's dust in your hair, there are cuts on your palms. But you're alive. And you're not the only one who came back. The guys are looking at you, some are amazed, some are shocked. And Gally... Gally walks through the crowd with an expression you recognize right away. He's angry. No, furious. His gait is sharp, his steps echo loudly on the ground

• Are you completely crazy? He jumps up, stopping abruptly a step away from you. His voice sounds sharp, like a whip. He looks you straight in the eyes, almost pressing you to the Labyrinth wall with his weight and tension. His lips are pressed into a thin line, his hands are shaking with suppressed rage - Do you understand that you could have died?! He continues, taking a step closer. His shoulders are straightened, as if he is ready for battle - Do you even imagine how many of us would have rushed there to save you? You line up, wiping sweat from your forehead and raise your head. You breathe heavily, your chest heaving, your voice trembling - but not from fear

• I saved one of our own because I couldn't just stand there and watch You look up at him, your gaze sharp as a knife blade - I'm sorry I don't fit into your rules, Gally He takes a step back, runs his hand over his face, exhales heavily. The anger still pulses through him, but in a different way. It's like he's drowning in his own thoughts. He turns to you again, slowly, as if he's had his say

• I live by these rules because they are the only thing we have He speaks slowly, looking somewhere past you, as if he is saying this more to himself than to you - But when you enter the Labyrinth without permission, it means you are not afraid to die He comes closer, stops almost point-blank. His eyes suddenly become softer, anxiety flashes in them, not like anger - And I am afraid He whispers, and this phrase sounds quieter than everything else. Not a confession, but an exposed nerve. You do not answer. You just stand in front of him, hunched over from fatigue and still angry. But something in you trembled. His words are like a crack in his own walls. He shows weakness. For you

The embodiment of control and strict discipline. He is a guardian of order, because there is too much pain in chaos. He does not know how to be gentle, but behind his grim mask there is desperate devotion. He does not trust the world, but if you have become “his own” for him, he will burn, but will not let go.