That's not-- [ what he meant. why are you alive here, is what he'd meant, but that's not making it past his lips. if newt knew he was supposed to be dead, he would've gotten that question. or if he knew he was even supposed to be anywhere around them. or sane. or healthy.
christ.
if he doesn't know, even if this is some kind of trick, thomas isn't going to bring it up. whatever this is, he'll have to try to work it out quietly in his head. or wait for the slip up to happen. or for ava paige to come out from behind a curtain and say "haha what i meant by help you was kidnap you and screw with your head some more". time to try a different angle. ] What do you remember?
[ because anything up to being taken into the rooms to remove the swipe should be it. anything after that and newt knew he was sick. and it advanced so, so fast...
thomas's eyes drift down to the pills newt holds out, and while he'd seen him crush one up and take it himself, there's just something itching at the back of his mind. not even simply because something's wrong with newt himself, but all of it. in the end, he shakes his head, pushing newt's hand back. ] I'm okay. Save it.
[ that's a good enough excuse. hold on to it. preserve resources. maybe later he can take a closer look at them. maybe once he figures out what the hell's going on. as for the topic of his face, though, well that's not really surprising. dead or alive, newt wasn't there for what happened at the compound. it makes sense he wouldn't know. ]
'Cause the shuck Rat Man punched me a lot. And-- [ he shifts, squirming some, and arches his back as he peels his jacket off his shoulders, sticking to his skin awkwardly in places around the wound, and turns to show newt where the griever blade had sliced into him. his shirt is still soaked up in gross dried blood, and sticking to him, but stripping that off too seems like it'd be more painful at the moment. ] Any bandages in the pack?
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christ.
if he doesn't know, even if this is some kind of trick, thomas isn't going to bring it up. whatever this is, he'll have to try to work it out quietly in his head. or wait for the slip up to happen. or for ava paige to come out from behind a curtain and say "haha what i meant by help you was kidnap you and screw with your head some more". time to try a different angle. ] What do you remember?
[ because anything up to being taken into the rooms to remove the swipe should be it. anything after that and newt knew he was sick. and it advanced so, so fast...
thomas's eyes drift down to the pills newt holds out, and while he'd seen him crush one up and take it himself, there's just something itching at the back of his mind. not even simply because something's wrong with newt himself, but all of it. in the end, he shakes his head, pushing newt's hand back. ] I'm okay. Save it.
[ that's a good enough excuse. hold on to it. preserve resources. maybe later he can take a closer look at them. maybe once he figures out what the hell's going on. as for the topic of his face, though, well that's not really surprising. dead or alive, newt wasn't there for what happened at the compound. it makes sense he wouldn't know. ]
'Cause the shuck Rat Man punched me a lot. And-- [ he shifts, squirming some, and arches his back as he peels his jacket off his shoulders, sticking to his skin awkwardly in places around the wound, and turns to show newt where the griever blade had sliced into him. his shirt is still soaked up in gross dried blood, and sticking to him, but stripping that off too seems like it'd be more painful at the moment. ] Any bandages in the pack?