The reason we were in the Scorch was because WICKED was gonna slaughter us if we didn’t. Not that it really saved us much. [ winston, jack. they went in with about 19, and came out with less than 10. ] How can you not remember that? The Underground? The lightning storms? Those things in the tunnel?
[ thomas couldn’t sear them from his mind if he tried, and oh, he has. Winston’s screaming, the sight of Jack blown to pieces, still alive. it makes his stomach turn thinking about it, and for a moment he looks like he might need to throw up, before he takes a couple of deep breathes. pausing, his eyes slipped closed, he tries to center himself, calm his head, pay attention to everything Newt’s telling him. Ava Paige alive. He talked to her. The went into the desert on their own.
Teresa-- told them? What? At that, his head snaps back up, looking Newt over with something that’s practically wounded. His mouth opens, ready to dispute that, and then the single word that’d been the source of all of this horror comes up. cure.
wounded starts to look a lot like angry. ]
There is no cure. There never was and there’s never going to be, and they’ll kill all of us trying to find it. [ his voice is surprisingly even, low, with something of desolation in it. if there had been a cure, and thomas had left it, and let what happened to newt come to pass, he wouldn’t be able to keep putting one foot in front of the other. ] That’s what Ava Paige knew. The only time I’ve ever heard anything from her was the notes she left after she stopped the operation. And a map to the Flat Trans that’d take us to a safe place.
[ it was there, he saw it. he’s breathed in the clean air and felt warmth on his cheeks. god, it was so close. it’s as he’s lost, thinking about safe haven, that newt brings up the tattoo, and thomas’s eyes go wide, staying still long enough, in shocked silence, for Newt to probably look over his tattoo. that was one of the first things they found, after the maze. newt shouldn’t even know anything about the scorch or the flare or ava paige if he hadn’t seen the tattoos yet. with a snapped, jerked movement, thomas reaches out, gripping Newt’s shirt and pulling him forward to yank down the back collar of his shirt. nothing. ]
...You’re supposed to have one. We all had one. [ so this isn’t the same body. it can’t be. pulling back, every ounce of wariness and suspicion is written on his features, and thomas grinds out. ] Who the hell are you?
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The reason we were in the Scorch was because WICKED was gonna slaughter us if we didn’t. Not that it really saved us much. [ winston, jack. they went in with about 19, and came out with less than 10. ] How can you not remember that? The Underground? The lightning storms? Those things in the tunnel?
[ thomas couldn’t sear them from his mind if he tried, and oh, he has. Winston’s screaming, the sight of Jack blown to pieces, still alive. it makes his stomach turn thinking about it, and for a moment he looks like he might need to throw up, before he takes a couple of deep breathes. pausing, his eyes slipped closed, he tries to center himself, calm his head, pay attention to everything Newt’s telling him. Ava Paige alive. He talked to her. The went into the desert on their own.
Teresa-- told them? What? At that, his head snaps back up, looking Newt over with something that’s practically wounded. His mouth opens, ready to dispute that, and then the single word that’d been the source of all of this horror comes up. cure.
wounded starts to look a lot like angry. ]
There is no cure. There never was and there’s never going to be, and they’ll kill all of us trying to find it. [ his voice is surprisingly even, low, with something of desolation in it. if there had been a cure, and thomas had left it, and let what happened to newt come to pass, he wouldn’t be able to keep putting one foot in front of the other. ] That’s what Ava Paige knew. The only time I’ve ever heard anything from her was the notes she left after she stopped the operation. And a map to the Flat Trans that’d take us to a safe place.
[ it was there, he saw it. he’s breathed in the clean air and felt warmth on his cheeks. god, it was so close. it’s as he’s lost, thinking about safe haven, that newt brings up the tattoo, and thomas’s eyes go wide, staying still long enough, in shocked silence, for Newt to probably look over his tattoo. that was one of the first things they found, after the maze. newt shouldn’t even know anything about the scorch or the flare or ava paige if he hadn’t seen the tattoos yet. with a snapped, jerked movement, thomas reaches out, gripping Newt’s shirt and pulling him forward to yank down the back collar of his shirt. nothing. ]
...You’re supposed to have one. We all had one. [ so this isn’t the same body. it can’t be. pulling back, every ounce of wariness and suspicion is written on his features, and thomas grinds out. ] Who the hell are you?