[As stunted as his own emotions may appear to be, he's observant enough to see all of the ones Newt cycles through. The one that hurts the most, though, is fear. In their years together, of all the scary things they've been through, Minho can't remember ever seeing that expression turned on him.

He takes a step back, knowing what Newt is looking for but not why. Thomas had done the same thing when they'd run into each other in the jungle, but he'd chalked that up to nerves about whether Minho was really himself. Newt should know who he is, but he gives in when he gets wrestled around.]

It's there, Newt, goddammit. Why's everyone checking for that shucking tattoo?

[The words hit and he tenses, thoughts flashing through his mind of all the things those WICKED bastards could have done to him. More memories erased? Or maybe replaced with false ones this time?

He retakes the step he'd made earlier, this time towards Newt.] Those shuckfaced idiots probably messed you up, the way they did Theresa. But as long as you're not trying to kill us, it doesn't matter. [He gives Newt a gentle punch in the arm.] You're still Newt, right? They've jacked up our heads before, but at least you're still you.