[ a dream. thomas wonders, briefly, if it's his dream or newt's. it feels to real to be a dream at all. real enough to be a memory, but the only thing vaguely familiar about it is the glade and the gladers. in a sense, he feels a little bit out of place, like he's intruding or interrupting, but there really isn't anything he can do about it, and thomas isn't the kind of person to just sit and wait for something to happen or for something to end.
wckd flickers through his mind again, lightning fast and thomas takes in a slow breath, trying to ignore it. maybe this isn't them, maybe this isn't their doing, for once — but also, maybe it is. thomas tries not to linger on the thought for too long, focusing on newt instead.
there's a strange sort of guilt that blooms in his chest, just behind his lungs. thomas doesn't miss the glade, but he'd only been there for a handful of days. certainly not long enough to miss the safety of it, not long enough to get comfortable enough with a place that the absence of it would strike something in him. but to hear newt say that he misses it makes him wonder if maybe he'd made a mistake in convincing the others to come with him, promising them freedom when it was never guaranteed.
thomas glances backwards as newt does, his eyes seeking out each person as newt names them off. it hurts, a little, to see some of their faces. some of them, the last time he looked at them, it was with tears in his eyes and a burning hole in his heart.
he isn't sure what to say. he wants to tell newt that he won't forget them, that he won't let him forget. he won't let wckd get their hands on him or anyone else if he can help it (but he can't, because he promised minho the same thing, and now look where they are, where he is). he'd sooner put himself at risk.
newt starts moving, and as if there's a string drawn between the two of them, thomas starts to follow almost immediately, only hesitating a moment before his feet start to move. he only glances back toward the maze once, just a quick look over his shoulder, and then he's catching up, setting his pace so he's right next to newt. ]
... I don't think you'll forget. And if you start to, I won't, uh— I won't let you, alright? If WCKD takes it all away, I'll put it all back.
[ he'll repeat their names over and over and over until they start to stick, until they start to wake up the faces and the memories attached to them, if he has to. over and over and over again until his throat is raw, if that's what it takes. ]
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wckd flickers through his mind again, lightning fast and thomas takes in a slow breath, trying to ignore it. maybe this isn't them, maybe this isn't their doing, for once — but also, maybe it is. thomas tries not to linger on the thought for too long, focusing on newt instead.
there's a strange sort of guilt that blooms in his chest, just behind his lungs. thomas doesn't miss the glade, but he'd only been there for a handful of days. certainly not long enough to miss the safety of it, not long enough to get comfortable enough with a place that the absence of it would strike something in him. but to hear newt say that he misses it makes him wonder if maybe he'd made a mistake in convincing the others to come with him, promising them freedom when it was never guaranteed.
thomas glances backwards as newt does, his eyes seeking out each person as newt names them off. it hurts, a little, to see some of their faces. some of them, the last time he looked at them, it was with tears in his eyes and a burning hole in his heart.
he isn't sure what to say. he wants to tell newt that he won't forget them, that he won't let him forget. he won't let wckd get their hands on him or anyone else if he can help it (but he can't, because he promised minho the same thing, and now look where they are, where he is). he'd sooner put himself at risk.
newt starts moving, and as if there's a string drawn between the two of them, thomas starts to follow almost immediately, only hesitating a moment before his feet start to move. he only glances back toward the maze once, just a quick look over his shoulder, and then he's catching up, setting his pace so he's right next to newt. ]
... I don't think you'll forget. And if you start to, I won't, uh— I won't let you, alright? If WCKD takes it all away, I'll put it all back.
[ he'll repeat their names over and over and over until they start to stick, until they start to wake up the faces and the memories attached to them, if he has to. over and over and over again until his throat is raw, if that's what it takes. ]