Maybe You Should Just Press The Button

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.

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.

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

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.

Get Your Runtcheeks Down Those Stairs, Right Now