The fact that the Gladers hadn’t given up said more about these people than anything else. And now he was one of them. This is my life, he thought. Living in a giant maze, surrounded by hideous beasts. Sadness filled him like a heavy poison.
Okay, listen to me,” the old man said, his voice muffled behind his own swath of fabric. “We need to set some things straight before we get up there. We can’t let our emotions rule everything. No matter what we see, our number one priority has to be saving as many people as possible.
Teresa didn’t stop. “Keep talking like that and you’ll be next.” Newt turned back to face them, but his face showed anything but fear.
Tonight, they’d fight. Tonight, they’d make their stand, once and for all.
He nudged Thomas, who looked up. Minho was holding out a couple of pairs of tightly cut underwear, made from a shiny white material. “These bad boys’re what we call Runnie-undies. Keeps you, um, nice and comfy.” “Nice and comfy?” “Yeah, ya know. Your – ” “Yeah, got it.” Thomas took the underwear and other stuff.
Hey, buddy, you suck at suicide negotiations.
Thomas’s mouth dried up – he’d seen them face to face, remembered it all too well; he had to remind himself to breathe. The others in the room were still; no one made a sound. Fear seemed to hover in the air like a blizzard of black snow.
Rose took my nose, I suppose. And it really blows... Get it? It really blows. My nose. Taken by Rose. I suppose.
Welcome to the Glade.
We’re all bloody inspired – Newt.
All he could do was focus on the next rung of the ladder: Trina. He had to find Trina. If for no other reason than so he could die with her.
The Keeper spotted them and approached at a limping run. Thomas noticed he’d let go of Teresa’s hand without thinking about it.
I’m programmed so that only you two can see my old Aura. Everyone else sees an entirely different guy. Boom. Amazing, I know.
Shut up! Do you think we’re morons?” Michael kept his expression blank. Oh how badly he wanted to say “Yup.
Maybe when their minds go, they’re not themselves anymore. Maybe the Newt we know is gone and he’s not aware of what’s happening to him. So really, he’s not suffering.” Minho almost looked offended by the notion. “Nice try, slinthead, but I don’t believe it. I think he’ll always be there just enough to be screaming on the inside, deranged and suffering every shuck second of it. Tormented like a dude buried alive.
If you ain’t scared,” Alby said, “you ain’t human. Act any different and I’d throw you off the Cliff because it’d mean you’re a psycho.
I’m a bloody Crank!
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.
Look, man, I don’t know what you’re talking about. They put me in here last night, I slept in that bed” – he pointed to the one with the rumpled sheet and blanket – “and I woke up about five minutes ago and took a pee.
When’s a door not a door? she’d said in her thick accent. When? he’d asked When it’s ajar.