All The Same, Thomas Now Had A

Minho Was The First One To Speak Since The Food Had Come. “maybe We Should Just Give In To Those Shuckfaces. Do What They Want. One Day We’ll All Sit Around, Fat And Happy.” Thomas Knew He Didn’t Mean A Word Of It. “yeah, Maybe You Can Find A Nice Pretty Girl Who Works Here, Settle Down, Get Married And Have Kids. Just In Time For The World To End In A Sea Of Lunatics.” Minho Kept At It. “wicked’s Going To Figure Out This Blueprint Business And We’ll All Live Happily Ever After.

Can’t Take A Chance That One Day, In One Spot, Somewhere, An Exit Might Appear. We Can’t Give Up. Ever.

I Watched As That Kid Died. In His Last Few Seconds There Was Pure Terror In His Eyes. You Can't Do That. You Can't Do That To A Person. I Don't Care What Anybody Tells Me, I Don't Care How Many People Go Crazy And Die, I Don't Care If The Whole Shuck Human Race Ends. Even If That Was The Only Thing That Had To Happen To Find The Cure, I'd Still Be Against It.

All The Same, Thomas Now Had A Plan. As Bad As It Was, He Had A Plan. They Needed More Clues About The Code. They Needed Memories. So He Was Going To Get Stung By A Griever. Go Through The Changing. On Purpose.

Good Try, Ya Bugging Shank. The Gathering Elects Runners, And If You Think I'm Tough, They'd Laugh In Your Face.