the-death-cure

Newt...""Do it before I become one of them!""I...""KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened."Please, Tommy. Please."With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

We can__ try to outguess them anymore. Sometimes they do things just to make me do the opposite of what they think I think they think I want to do.___uh?_ the three of them asked at the same time, confusion transforming their faces.

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. __ou__e__e__e__oing the right thing.___ don__ think there is a right or wrong anymore,_ Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. __nly horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams he__ had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he were standing on a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety. The urge to grasp those answers was almost too strong to keep at bay.But he was still wary. He knew he__ been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. __ remember enough to be ashamed of myself,_ he admitted. __ut living through this kind of abuse is a lot different than planning it. It__ just not right.

I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. I'm so sorry." Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say. "Me ... too," she whispered. "I only ever ... cared for...