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"
Out
!
"
Alby
sat
up
as
he
yelled
,
his
voice
cracking
with
the
strain
of
it
.
He
scooted
himself
back
to
lean
against
the
headboard
again
.
"
Get
out
!
"
Newt
's
face
sank
in
obvious
hurt
--
Thomas
was
surprised
to
see
no
anger
there
.
Then
,
after
a
long
,
tense
moment
,
Newt
stood
from
his
chair
and
walked
over
to
the
door
,
opened
it
.
He
's
really
going
to
leave
?
Thomas
thought
.
"
Do
n't
expect
me
to
kiss
your
butt
when
you
come
sayin
'
sorry
,
"
he
said
,
then
stepped
into
the
hallway
.
"
Close
the
door
!
"
Alby
shouted
,
one
final
insult
.
Newt
obeyed
,
slamming
it
shut
.
Thomas
's
heart
rate
quickened
--
he
was
now
alone
with
a
guy
who
'd
had
a
bad
temper
before
getting
attacked
by
a
Griever
and
going
through
the
Changing
.
He
hoped
Alby
would
say
what
he
wanted
and
be
done
with
it
.
A
long
pause
stretched
into
several
minutes
,
and
Thomas
's
hands
shook
with
fear
.
"
I
know
who
you
are
,
"
Alby
said
finally
,
breaking
the
silence
.
Thomas
could
n't
find
words
to
reply
.
He
tried
;
nothing
came
out
but
an
incoherent
mumble
.
He
was
utterly
confused
.
And
scared
.
"
I
know
who
you
are
,
"
Alby
repeated
slowly
.
"
Seen
it
.
Seen
everything
.
Where
we
came
from
,
who
you
are
.
Who
the
girl
is
.
I
remember
the
Flare
.
"
The
Flare
?
Thomas
forced
himself
to
talk
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
're
talking
about
.
What
did
you
see
?
I
'd
love
to
know
who
I
am
.
"
"
It
ai
n't
pretty
,
"
Alby
answered
,
and
for
the
first
time
since
Newt
had
left
,
Alby
looked
up
,
straight
at
Thomas
.
His
eyes
were
deep
pockets
of
sorrow
,
sunken
,
dark
.
"
It
's
horrible
,
ya
know
.
Why
would
those
shucks
want
us
to
remember
?
Why
ca
n't
we
just
live
here
and
be
happy
?
"
