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“I know you,” Gally added without looking back. “I saw you in the Changing, and I’m gonna figure out who you are.”
“Ben of the Builders, you’ve been sentenced to Banishment for the attempted murder of Thomas the Newbie. The Keepers have spoken, and their word ain’t changing. And you ain’t coming back. Ever.”
You listenin’ all nice and pretty?”
“Oh, gee, let me think. First, you go out in the Maze when you’re not supposed to, at night. Then you turn into some kind of freaky jungle dude, climbing vines and tying people up on walls. Next, you become one of the first people ever to survive an entire night outside the Glade, and to top it all off you kill four Grievers. Can’t imagine what those shanks are talking about.”
humbly bumbly
our Greenbean, Tommy,
“Shank’s got more guts than I’ve fried up from every pig and cow in the last year.”
panty-wearin’ chicken.
“I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.”
The only reason you were stung is because you broke the same rule you’re blaming Thomas for. That’s called hypocrisy, you shuck-faced piece of—”
“We get the point,” Gally snapped. “Tommy here is a lucky shank.” Minho rounded on him. “No, you worthless shuck, you don’t get it!
“For the love, Winston,” Newt replied. “I’d say Gally’s a wee bit ill today,
“I know you don’t remember anything, Thomas!
“Uh, no, Tommy. Most of us spent a week klunkin’ our pants and bawlin’ our eyes out.”
“Come on, ya buggin’ jailbird,”
lickety-splickety
He wanted Chuck to be happy.
“I swear, Chuck,” he whispered to no one. “I swear I’ll get you back home.”
But there was something about the largest object in the solar system vanishing that tended to disrupt normal schedules.
Wanna hang out with the Grievers, have a sandwich, maybe?”
sometimes you don’t look very hard for things you don’t believe will or can happen.”
“Oh, we’re shucked for good now,”
I’d say we’re shucked,
“Yeah, but most people call me Thomas. Well, except Newt—he calls me Tommy.
“Closest I’ve come so far,” Newt was saying, “to hangin’ it all up. Shuck it all and kiss a Griever goodnight.
the older boy’s limp was a constant reminder that something horrible had happened to him out in the Maze.
“Don’t worry, Tommy,” Newt said. “Your girlfriend will be fine.”
“I’ll get down on my knees and kiss your bloody feet if you can figure it out,” Newt said.
So he was going to get stung by a Griever. Go through the Changing. On purpose.
Newt was on him in a second,
Everything else turned into pain.
That’s just my way of saying I would’ve killed you if you’d died.
“What you did was half brave and half bloody stupid. Seems like you’re pretty good at that.”
Alby for Albert Einstein, Newt for Isaac Newton, and me—Thomas. As in Edison.”
Minho was smiling.
you are one butt-load of sunshine,
Newt very calmly stood up, walked over to Thomas and grabbed him by the arm; he pulled him toward the door. “You’re leaving. Now.”
“Nothing to lose,”
“You okay?” he asked. “I’m fine,” she answered with a small smile, clearly not fine at all. “Just anxious to get it over with.” “Amen, sister,” Minho said.
“Shouldn’t someone give a pep talk or something?” Minho asked,
“Go ahead,” Newt replied. Minho nodded and faced the crowd. “Be careful,” he said dryly. “Don’t die.” Thomas would have laughed if he could, but he was too scared for it to come out. “Great. We’re all bloody inspired,”
“Alby!” Newt screamed.
He loved the kid. He loved him as if they had the same mom.
And then Thomas snapped. He completely and utterly snapped.
Thomas cried, wept like he’d never wept before. His great, racking sobs echoed through the chamber like the sounds of tortured pain.
Chuck had become a symbol for him—a beacon that somehow they could make everything right again in the world.
And his limp body, to which Thomas still clung, seemed a cold talisman—that
There was only emptiness now. A void.
Minho said it best on entering their new world: “I’ve been shucked and gone to heaven.”
Thomas felt safe for the very first time since coming out of the Box.
