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"
Shut
your
hole
,
Greenie
!
"
he
yelled
.
"
Not
a
bloody
week
you
've
been
here
!
You
think
I
would
n't
risk
my
life
in
a
second
to
save
those
lugs
?
"
"
No
...
I.
.
.
Sorry
.
I
did
n't
mean
...
"
Thomas
did
n't
know
what
to
say
--
he
was
just
trying
to
help
.
Newt
's
face
softened
.
"
You
do
n't
get
it
yet
,
Tommy
.
Going
out
there
at
night
is
beggin
'
for
death
.
We
'd
just
be
throwin
'
more
lives
away
.
If
those
shanks
do
n't
make
it
back
...
"
He
paused
,
seeming
hesitant
to
say
what
everyone
was
thinking
.
"
Both
of
'em
swore
an
oath
,
just
like
I
did
.
Like
we
all
did
.
You
,
too
,
when
you
go
to
your
first
Gathering
and
get
chosen
by
a
Keeper
.
Never
go
out
at
night
.
No
matter
what
.
Never
.
"
Thomas
looked
over
at
Chuck
,
who
seemed
as
pale-faced
as
Newt
.
"
Newt
wo
n't
say
it
,
"
the
boy
said
,
"
so
I
will
.
If
they
're
not
back
,
it
means
they
're
dead
.
Minho
's
too
smart
to
get
lost
.
Impossible
.
They
're
dead
.
"
Newt
said
nothing
,
and
Chuck
turned
and
walked
back
toward
the
Homestead
,
his
head
hanging
low
.
Dead
?
Thomas
thought
.
The
situation
had
become
so
grave
he
did
n't
know
how
to
react
,
felt
a
pit
of
emptiness
in
his
heart
.
"
The
shank
's
right
,
"
Newt
said
solemnly
.
"
That
's
why
we
ca
n't
go
out
.
We
ca
n't
afford
to
make
things
bloody
worse
than
they
already
are
.
"
He
put
his
hand
on
Thomas
's
shoulder
,
then
let
it
slump
to
his
side
.
Tears
moistened
Newt
's
eyes
,
and
Thomas
was
sure
that
even
within
the
dark
chamber
of
memories
that
were
locked
away
,
out
of
his
reach
,
he
'd
never
seen
someone
look
so
sad
.
The
growing
darkness
of
twilight
was
a
perfect
fit
for
how
grim
things
felt
to
Thomas
.
"
The
Doors
close
in
two
minutes
,
"
Newt
said
,
a
statement
so
succinct
and
final
it
seemed
to
hang
in
the
air
like
a
burial
shroud
caught
in
a
puff
of
wind
.
Then
he
walked
away
,
hunched
over
,
quiet
.
