[ Newt's bloody tired, his limp only increasing the pain in the rest of his body from being ragdolled in that stupid shuttle and since noticing that something about Tommy didn't completely add up, he's grown even more quiet than he normally is, trying to suss out if this is another trick. The back and forth in his head isn't easing his nerves at all, seeming to be unable to settle on whether or not he could even trust the boy he thought he knew pretty well enough.
They'd made those grievers, they'd watched them all that time, who knows what else they could do. Maybe Tommy had his memories back, maybe they'd turned him back against them... But they why would he be there with the others...? He couldn't keep watching his friends die, that hadn't changed had it?
He's so deep in thought, he hadn't noticed that they'd stopped walking, his legs following the same pace as Tommy's, and now he's... blinking because Tommy's looking at him like he's said something - shit... Blinking once, then twice, Newt stares back at his "friend." He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, wetting his lips before he finally speaks. ]
I'm not gonna lie, Tommy, if you said something I wasn't payin' attention.
[ Honesty is a good policy, right? The knife hanging by his hip doesn't make him feel any more safe, if anything it makes him feel like the chances of conflict have gone up - maybe he should just give it to the other boy, let him murder him out in the middle of the forest if he wants. ]
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They'd made those grievers, they'd watched them all that time, who knows what else they could do. Maybe Tommy had his memories back, maybe they'd turned him back against them... But they why would he be there with the others...? He couldn't keep watching his friends die, that hadn't changed had it?
He's so deep in thought, he hadn't noticed that they'd stopped walking, his legs following the same pace as Tommy's, and now he's... blinking because Tommy's looking at him like he's said something - shit... Blinking once, then twice, Newt stares back at his "friend." He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, wetting his lips before he finally speaks. ]
I'm not gonna lie, Tommy, if you said something I wasn't payin' attention.
[ Honesty is a good policy, right? The knife hanging by his hip doesn't make him feel any more safe, if anything it makes him feel like the chances of conflict have gone up - maybe he should just give it to the other boy, let him murder him out in the middle of the forest if he wants. ]