They took you, Minho. They didn't take me - I don't remember it anyway. [ Which means nothing when WCKD is involved. ] We found the Right Arm and they took you. They shot you with one of those things and dragged you away. [ The emotion in his voice is raw, like it had been when he'd been disgusted with everyone ignoring Alby's death, or like when he had begged Thomas to explain why they were running away from the compound. It's obvious now, why he'd seemed so clingy before, anyone can but that two and two together with what he'd said.
I thought I wasn't going to see you again. When we got separated. I didn't know what to do, I thought that was it.
He'd given up on another lost friend because that's all that happened to him now, somehow he managed to outlive his friends. He blinks a couple times, trying to figure things out in his head. ] He already looks at me like I'm jacked in the head, punchin' him for no reason isn't gonna win him over. [ Though it might be oddly therapeutic. But the sentiment that Minho has behind his words strikes deep, causing some of the tenseness in his shoulders to leave. ]
And sometimes he gets things we miss. [ He speaks the words, despite how much they make his stomach churn in worry an in fear. He likes to think if he were some kind of problem for them, he'd know it, or have an inkling, or maybe not even be telling them he's not on the same page as them. He likes to think it, but it could be something more.
If this is what life is going to continue to be like, he's not sure it's worth it. ] I wouldn't forgive myself if I hurt one of you shanks. [ If that's his intention, the one WCKD has created for him, well there are plenty of ways he could keep that from happening here.
He knows he shouldn't have told Minho any of this, shouldn't have opened up to him. They've known each other longer, this hurts him more than it hurts Tommy, probably. But somehow, knowing that it might come from Tommy's mouth instead of his makes him feel sick. It makes him scared that if he hides it, Minho will stop trusting him.
Then again, maybe Minho shouldn't trust him. Could step one of whatever WCKD has planned be to earn their trust so he could betray them? He brings his hand up, ready to start chewing on nails again but instead scratches blunt nails and fingers against the side of his throat in thought. No one should be this caught up in their head, he's gonna lose his mind at this rate. ]
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I thought I wasn't going to see you again. When we got separated. I didn't know what to do, I thought that was it.
He'd given up on another lost friend because that's all that happened to him now, somehow he managed to outlive his friends. He blinks a couple times, trying to figure things out in his head. ] He already looks at me like I'm jacked in the head, punchin' him for no reason isn't gonna win him over. [ Though it might be oddly therapeutic. But the sentiment that Minho has behind his words strikes deep, causing some of the tenseness in his shoulders to leave. ]
And sometimes he gets things we miss. [ He speaks the words, despite how much they make his stomach churn in worry an in fear. He likes to think if he were some kind of problem for them, he'd know it, or have an inkling, or maybe not even be telling them he's not on the same page as them. He likes to think it, but it could be something more.
If this is what life is going to continue to be like, he's not sure it's worth it. ] I wouldn't forgive myself if I hurt one of you shanks. [ If that's his intention, the one WCKD has created for him, well there are plenty of ways he could keep that from happening here.
He knows he shouldn't have told Minho any of this, shouldn't have opened up to him. They've known each other longer, this hurts him more than it hurts Tommy, probably. But somehow, knowing that it might come from Tommy's mouth instead of his makes him feel sick. It makes him scared that if he hides it, Minho will stop trusting him.
Then again, maybe Minho shouldn't trust him. Could step one of whatever WCKD has planned be to earn their trust so he could betray them? He brings his hand up, ready to start chewing on nails again but instead scratches blunt nails and fingers against the side of his throat in thought. No one should be this caught up in their head, he's gonna lose his mind at this rate. ]