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“Shank’s got more guts than I’ve fried up from every pig and cow in the last year.” He paused, as if expecting a laugh, but none came. “How stupid is this—he saves Alby’s life, kills a couple of Grievers, and we’re sitting here yappin’ about what to do with him. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk.” Thomas wanted to walk over and shake Frypan’s hand—he’d just said exactly what Thomas himself had been thinking about all of this. “So what’re ya recommendin’?” Newt asked. Frypan folded his arms. “Put him on the freaking Council and have him train us on everything he did out there.”
and ate
Minho looked at Thomas. “I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.”
😧
“I didn’t do anything wrong. All I know is I saw two people struggling to get inside these walls and they couldn’t make it. To ignore that because of some stupid rule seemed selfish, cowardly, and … well, stupid. If you want to throw me in jail for trying to save someone’s life, then go ahead. Next time I promise I’ll point at them and laugh, then go eat some of Frypan’s dinner.”
LOL
“I swear!” The world spun around him, pressed in, crushing his mind. “I’m … hearing her voice in my head—or something … it’s not really a voice….” “Tommy, sit your butt down. What are you bloody talking about?” “Newt, I’m serious. It’s … not really a voice … but it is.” Tom, we’re the last ones. It’ll end soon. It has to.
I am so locked in right now
But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.
Don’t give up, Chuck. We’re gonna solve this thing, get out of here. I’m a Runner now—I promise on my life I’ll get you back to that room of yours. Make your mom quit crying.” And Thomas meant it. He felt it burn in his heart.
Are you close? Anything developing?” Minho shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s kind of depressing, but we don’t know what else to do. Can’t take a chance that one day, in one spot, somewhere, an exit might appear. We can’t give up. Ever.”
Alby pointed at the girl. “I want her locked up. Now. Billy! Jackson! Put her in the Slammer, and ignore every word that comes out of her shuck mouth.”
nah he tweakin tweakin
Wonder why we can do this, he called out with his mind. The mental effort of speaking to her was already straining—he felt a headache forming like a bulge in his brain. Maybe we were lovers, Teresa said.
alright relax girl
“Alby?” Newt said. “Get back here!” Instead of responding, Alby took off running—he headed straight for the pack of Grievers between him and the Cliff. “Alby!” Newt screamed.
Yeah sure just commit suicide bro
With a sickening, wet thunk, the dagger slammed into Chuck’s chest, burying itself to the hilt.
Was this necessary. like genuinely
He beat him—beat him as he released every ounce of rage he’d ever owned.
Okay now we're beating people to death
Thomas hugged Chuck to his chest, squeezed him as tightly as possible, as if that could somehow bring him back, or show thanks for saving his life, for being his friend when no one else would. Thomas cried, wept like he’d never wept before. His great, racking sobs echoed through the chamber like the sounds of tortured pain.
But it hurts. Feels like I lost a brother.
Group B’s trial results were also most extraordinary. I need time to process the data, but we can touch on it in the morning. Until tomorrow, then.
Omfg there's a whole mother group
