The Creators,” Minho Said; Then He Spat

What Was The Point Of Even Having A Conversation When Words Couldn't Be Trusted?

He Turned To Look Just In Time To See The Rain Start Falling Out As If The Storm Had Finally Decided To Weep With Shame For What It Had Done To Them.

Whatever Had Happened To Him [newt] Out There — Maybe Even Related To His Lingering Ankle Injury — Had Been Truly Awful.

I Just...feel Like I Need To Save Everyone. To Redeem Myself.

I Don't Give A Crap If You're A Tangent Or A Really Smart Llama. You're My Friend And That's All That Matters