[ Newt listens to what he has to say, and then the question too - but it's ignored. Suddenly, Newt's putting himself in Thomas's view, tilting his head to the side slightly as he catches Thomas's gaze. His hands move to rest on either of the Runner's shoulders. ]
Listen, alright? And get this in your shuck brain. Ya listening? What happened before, what you did - you were tryin' to help. Besides, three years ago? Almost four? You were a kid we all were. You saw people getting sick and they convinced you that you could help. You didn't know any better, and even if you did, what were you gonna do against a bunch of adults - against a bunch of evil scientists? [ He pauses, because dream Tommy is so much like real Tommy. It feels so real, staring into his light brown eyes, trying to will his words into his soul. ] You've gotta forgive yourself. I did, so did all the others. No matter how much you do to repent, it's never gonna make you feel like you're forgiven; the only thing you can really do is forgive yourself, yeah?
[ He falls silent for a second, dark eyes flickering between Thomas's before he gives his shoulders a firm squeeze. He's content that his words hit near their mark, at least. ] Now c'mon, we can get some of Fry's stew and I'll show ya the best spot. [ He nods his head towards the spot he knows Fry has the pot of stew boiling. If they're lucky they can nick some without getting caught. So, that's where he heads after letting go of Thomas.
When he reaches the oversized pot of stew, he sends a few glances around before snatching up two bowls from nearby. First he dishes one up, shoving it at Thomas, then he goes to dishing up his own. He lets out a laugh, light, and happy. ] Ya really don't wanna know what's in this stuff. [ When he's pleased with the amount in his bowl, he's on the move again, knowing Thomas will follow him to the lookout.
He stops by the ladder. ] You think you can manage, greenbean? [ He's teasing with the name, but it's an honest question, he's gone up the ladder a million times one handed, whether the awkward baby gazelle pretending to be a human also known as Thomas can is another story. ] I dunno if dreams actually have taste or not, but I sure hope they do. [ As if to test his theory, he quickly scoops up a bite and shovels it in his mouth. His eyes flutter closed for a moment and he lets out a pleased hum. ] I've been bloody shucked and gone to heaven. [ Just how he remembers it - maybe even better. ]
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Listen, alright? And get this in your shuck brain. Ya listening? What happened before, what you did - you were tryin' to help. Besides, three years ago? Almost four? You were a kid we all were. You saw people getting sick and they convinced you that you could help. You didn't know any better, and even if you did, what were you gonna do against a bunch of adults - against a bunch of evil scientists? [ He pauses, because dream Tommy is so much like real Tommy. It feels so real, staring into his light brown eyes, trying to will his words into his soul. ] You've gotta forgive yourself. I did, so did all the others. No matter how much you do to repent, it's never gonna make you feel like you're forgiven; the only thing you can really do is forgive yourself, yeah?
[ He falls silent for a second, dark eyes flickering between Thomas's before he gives his shoulders a firm squeeze. He's content that his words hit near their mark, at least. ] Now c'mon, we can get some of Fry's stew and I'll show ya the best spot. [ He nods his head towards the spot he knows Fry has the pot of stew boiling. If they're lucky they can nick some without getting caught. So, that's where he heads after letting go of Thomas.
When he reaches the oversized pot of stew, he sends a few glances around before snatching up two bowls from nearby. First he dishes one up, shoving it at Thomas, then he goes to dishing up his own. He lets out a laugh, light, and happy. ] Ya really don't wanna know what's in this stuff. [ When he's pleased with the amount in his bowl, he's on the move again, knowing Thomas will follow him to the lookout.
He stops by the ladder. ] You think you can manage, greenbean? [ He's teasing with the name, but it's an honest question, he's gone up the ladder a million times one handed, whether the awkward baby gazelle pretending to be a human also known as Thomas can is another story. ] I dunno if dreams actually have taste or not, but I sure hope they do. [ As if to test his theory, he quickly scoops up a bite and shovels it in his mouth. His eyes flutter closed for a moment and he lets out a pleased hum. ] I've been bloody shucked and gone to heaven. [ Just how he remembers it - maybe even better. ]