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"
Winston
,
did
you
see
what
just
happened
?
"
Frypan
asked
,
looking
incredulous
.
"
Gally
's
psycho
.
You
ca
n't
put
too
much
stock
in
his
rambling
nonsense
.
What
,
you
think
Thomas
here
is
a
Griever
in
disguise
?
"
Council
rules
or
no
Council
rules
,
Thomas
had
finally
had
enough
.
He
could
n't
stay
silent
another
second
.
"
Can
I
say
something
now
?
"
he
asked
,
frustration
raising
the
volume
of
his
voice
.
"
I
'm
sick
of
you
guys
talking
about
me
like
I
'm
not
here
.
"
Newt
glanced
up
at
him
and
nodded
.
"
Go
ahead
.
This
bloody
meetin
'
ca
n't
be
much
more
screwed
up
.
"
Thomas
quickly
gathered
his
thoughts
,
grasping
for
the
right
words
inside
the
swirling
cloud
of
frustration
,
confusion
and
anger
in
his
mind
.
"
I
do
n't
know
why
Gally
hates
me
.
I
do
n't
care
.
He
seems
psychotic
to
me
.
As
for
who
I
really
am
,
you
all
know
just
as
much
as
I
do
.
But
if
I
remember
correctly
,
we
're
here
because
of
what
I
did
out
in
the
Maze
,
not
because
some
idiot
thinks
I
'm
evil
.
"
Someone
snickered
and
Thomas
quit
talking
,
hoping
he
'd
gotten
his
point
across
.
Newt
nodded
,
looking
satisfied
.
"
Good
that
.
Let
's
get
this
meeting
over
with
and
worry
about
Gally
later
.
"
"
We
ca
n't
vote
without
all
the
members
here
,
"
Winston
insisted
.
"
Unless
they
're
really
sick
,
like
Alby
.
"
"
For
the
love
,
Winston
,
"
Newt
replied
.
"
I
'd
say
Gally
's
a
wee
bit
ill
today
,
too
,
so
we
continue
without
him
.
Thomas
,
defend
yourself
and
then
we
'll
take
the
vote
on
what
we
should
do
with
you
.
"
Thomas
realized
his
hands
were
squeezed
up
into
fists
on
his
lap
.
He
relaxed
them
and
wiped
his
sweaty
palms
on
his
pants
.
Then
he
began
,
not
sure
of
what
he
'd
say
before
the
words
came
out
.
