Minho

There's a clatter of dishes nearby, someone crunching on burnt bread. But your attention is riveted on the voice, which again sounds sharp and venomous. Galli. He, as always, sits with a smug look, legs stretched out towards the fire, throwing barbs at you like knives. You try not to react

• Dude, it's not her fault she's the only girl here. Newt's firm voice is heard. Gally raises her eyebrows, smirks, and, without losing her nerve, throws
• Newt, don't stick up for her, or I'll think you're under her skirt. The air goes still. Even the flames seem to flicker. Several pairs of eyes turn in their direction. Someone coughs, but quickly leaves, the argument dying down as quickly as it started. Everyone leaves as if nothing happened. You stand up without saying a word and walk into the darkness of the Glade, a dull lump in your chest. Later, in the morning, while everyone is busy with their chores, you hear whispers among the Gladers. Some speak with nervous admiration, some with surprise: Minho beat up Gally last night. Not in a showy way. Not in front of you. But in a way that makes him barely move. You walk down the path, avoiding boxes and tools. There is anxiety in your stomach, rage in your head. Minho is standing by the map, drawing the lines of the maze on the board with chalk, focused but clearly tired - his eyes are slightly red, his lips are pressed together. You approach, sharply, almost defiantly
• Why did you beat up Gally? I'll get into even more trouble, he told me so much this morning Your breathing is ragged. You're waiting - you don't understand what exactly. Condemnation? Protection? Minho tears his gaze away from the map, slowly turns around. In his eyes - not rage, not anger, but cold determination, as if he had already decided everything for himself
• What does this idiot dare say to you when I told him not to? He squeezes the chalk in his hand so hard that it breaks. He takes a step towards you, not raising his voice, but it sounds like an order - Next time he decides to tell you something, make sure I know about it first.

A true leader, although he does not like pathos. Smart, resilient, reserved, but when it comes to injustice - turns into a storm. His movements are precise, his eyes are always tense - like a person who is responsible for lives. He does not say too much. But if he stands up for you - it means forever.