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Someone cheered, and then someone else. Soon shouts and battle calls broke out, rising in volume, filling the air like thunder. Thomas felt a trickle of courage inside him – he grasped it, clung to it, urged it to grow.
he’d never seen terror present itself so starkly.
Somehow, impossibly, Alby didn’t scream.
Alby’s sacrifice had failed miserably.
“Chuck, you’re with me and Teresa.” He said it forcefully,
The boy’s bravery solidified something in Thomas’s heart. He loved the kid. He loved him as if they had the same mum.
“Maybe you should just push that button,” Chuck said.
“She’s right, Chuck – you saved us, man! I told you we needed you!” Thomas scrambled to his feet and joined the other two in a group hug, almost delirious. “Chuck’s a shucking hero!”
“Half of us,” Newt said, his voice weak. “Dead.”
Such a display of death – how could it be considered a victory?
“Looks like it ends in a slide up there, shooting downwards.” Thomas’s stomach turned at the thought. It seemed like it was a game – for whoever had built the place, at least.
Thomas wanted to ache for Chuck, get excited about their escape, rejoice that Teresa was there with him. But he’d seen too much. There was only emptiness now. A void.
It’s all in the brain. The Flare lives in their brains. It is an awful thing.
“We won’t let them do this to children. We’ve sworn our lives to fighting WICKED. We can’t lose our humanity, no matter the end result.”
He died saving you, Teresa said. He made the choice himself. Just don’t ever waste it.
