However, that response causes Newt's brow to furrow in confusion, and something chilling and sickening works its way through his stomach to make it churn and wraps around his heart, making it pound a little faster. ] What do you mean they "moved him?" [ Who even knows what he means by that, after finding out what kind of sick things they've been up to, Newt isn't sure what to think. ]
Tommy, he moved in the way, no one was around to push him, other than us, and you know we wouldn't do that. And what do you mean knife? [ They've come to the conclusion that there were various differences between their memories at least, it seems like another sick game, and the way Tommy looks at him, makes him feel like he's losing his mind. It scares him a little, not sure which one of them is actually wrong, or if Tommy's even telling the truth. No, he can't talk like that, fears like that destroy people, and while the other is scaring him to some extent with how different he's behaving, he knows for certain that he wants to trust him.
The topic at hand inspires a thought. As if to prove it, more to himself than anything, his hand slides from the other Glader's shoulder, moving to unfasten the knife sheath from his belt loop, at first it may seem a little sketchy, him turning his attention to the knife in such close proximity, but then he holds it out to Thomas, still in its sheath, handle towards him. They've gotta trust each other. ] You plan on hunting, this will probably help. [ It's not giving up, it's having hope. ]
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However, that response causes Newt's brow to furrow in confusion, and something chilling and sickening works its way through his stomach to make it churn and wraps around his heart, making it pound a little faster. ] What do you mean they "moved him?" [ Who even knows what he means by that, after finding out what kind of sick things they've been up to, Newt isn't sure what to think. ]
Tommy, he moved in the way, no one was around to push him, other than us, and you know we wouldn't do that. And what do you mean knife? [ They've come to the conclusion that there were various differences between their memories at least, it seems like another sick game, and the way Tommy looks at him, makes him feel like he's losing his mind. It scares him a little, not sure which one of them is actually wrong, or if Tommy's even telling the truth. No, he can't talk like that, fears like that destroy people, and while the other is scaring him to some extent with how different he's behaving, he knows for certain that he wants to trust him.
The topic at hand inspires a thought. As if to prove it, more to himself than anything, his hand slides from the other Glader's shoulder, moving to unfasten the knife sheath from his belt loop, at first it may seem a little sketchy, him turning his attention to the knife in such close proximity, but then he holds it out to Thomas, still in its sheath, handle towards him. They've gotta trust each other. ] You plan on hunting, this will probably help. [ It's not giving up, it's having hope. ]