[ by now, he's aware of the differences, whether they're real of just a ploy, and while it's interesting that Newt doesn't know about the chips and what all they do (and concerning, even if he's still half convinced this is a trick), it isn't hugely surprising anymore. ] The chips in our heads. The ones that activate the Swipe. They can get into our heads too. Monitor, mostly, but make us do stuff.
[ which is really the worst part. no knowing if they could flip a switch and have him start strangling his best friend. hell, he'd nearly killed minho just when the killswitch activated to keep them from removing it. that'd been terrifying - being inside his head and helpless to stop himself from hurting his friend. but it's gone now, at least. ]
They made Gally throw the knife, made Chuck dive in front of it. It was a knife for use, not a gun. [ made teresa kiss him. he's not going into that one. ] Not that I don't think Chuck wanted to save me, but... They didn't really give him a choice. Just another shuck Variable.
[ all he was to them. all any of them have been. it makes him sick to his stomach, thomas's lips curling for a moment, before he notices newt rummaging at his side. for a brief moment, he sees him grab the knife, and it's an odd feeling - like he should be alarmed, on guard, but he just... isn't. it's newt. he can't look at him and think ill of him. maybe that makes him the perfect choice for this sort of thing, but how many times has trying to figure out what WICKED's doing just made it all that much worse? what do they always expect him to do? fight it. and that's what he's always done.
but newt? as he's putting the knife into his hand, an obvious statement of trust, despite the unspoken suspicion between them, thomas looks from it, up to his friend, and it's just such a newt thing to do. could they know him that well, to fake that much? maybe. but he's tired of suspecting his friend. being pulled between the want to explode with relief to see him alive and whole, and the constant restraint and fear that it's a lie. a small smile touches his lips, and his hand wraps over the handle, tucking the knife close to his chest. ] Thanks, Newt. I'm sorry. I wish I had a better answer for all this klunk.
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[ which is really the worst part. no knowing if they could flip a switch and have him start strangling his best friend. hell, he'd nearly killed minho just when the killswitch activated to keep them from removing it. that'd been terrifying - being inside his head and helpless to stop himself from hurting his friend. but it's gone now, at least. ]
They made Gally throw the knife, made Chuck dive in front of it. It was a knife for use, not a gun. [ made teresa kiss him. he's not going into that one. ] Not that I don't think Chuck wanted to save me, but... They didn't really give him a choice. Just another shuck Variable.
[ all he was to them. all any of them have been. it makes him sick to his stomach, thomas's lips curling for a moment, before he notices newt rummaging at his side. for a brief moment, he sees him grab the knife, and it's an odd feeling - like he should be alarmed, on guard, but he just... isn't. it's newt. he can't look at him and think ill of him. maybe that makes him the perfect choice for this sort of thing, but how many times has trying to figure out what WICKED's doing just made it all that much worse? what do they always expect him to do? fight it. and that's what he's always done.
but newt? as he's putting the knife into his hand, an obvious statement of trust, despite the unspoken suspicion between them, thomas looks from it, up to his friend, and it's just such a newt thing to do. could they know him that well, to fake that much? maybe. but he's tired of suspecting his friend. being pulled between the want to explode with relief to see him alive and whole, and the constant restraint and fear that it's a lie. a small smile touches his lips, and his hand wraps over the handle, tucking the knife close to his chest. ] Thanks, Newt. I'm sorry. I wish I had a better answer for all this klunk.