[ maybe it'd been stupid to ask, to hope, but the thought would've been incessantly circling around in his head until he tried it. he knows, the second newt's hesitating, when he watches his lips thin, that it's the same for him. chuck's gone. no matter the reality or story or whatever the hell this is, chuck doesn't get to live it. and maybe that's better - that he didn't have to see what the world looked like outside. maybe he died thinking they were really going home.
but that seems like an empty rationalization. if chuck had a choice, he'd want to live. thomas knows that, and he knows what happened to him wasn't any kind of mercy. he was a tool, and directly after it falls from newt's lips "he moved in the way, he saved your life, he did", thomas snaps to add on. ]
WICKED moved him. The knife was never meant to hit me.
[ there's vitriol and anger and, deeper down, guilt. it also isn't lost on him that newt said "shoot". but either way, even with the uncertainty and the suspicion, newt's hand on his shoulder is a comforting weight, and he lifts his chin enough to flash him a tight, sad half-smile. ] Was worth hoping for, at least. Sorry.
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but that seems like an empty rationalization. if chuck had a choice, he'd want to live. thomas knows that, and he knows what happened to him wasn't any kind of mercy. he was a tool, and directly after it falls from newt's lips "he moved in the way, he saved your life, he did", thomas snaps to add on. ]
WICKED moved him. The knife was never meant to hit me.
[ there's vitriol and anger and, deeper down, guilt. it also isn't lost on him that newt said "shoot". but either way, even with the uncertainty and the suspicion, newt's hand on his shoulder is a comforting weight, and he lifts his chin enough to flash him a tight, sad half-smile. ] Was worth hoping for, at least. Sorry.