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Alby
stared
at
an
empty
space
in
the
distance
for
a
while
before
answering
.
"
You
were
with
the
...
Creators
.
Helping
them
.
But
that
ai
n't
what
got
me
shook
up
.
"
Thomas
felt
like
someone
had
just
rammed
their
fist
in
his
abdomen
.
Helping
them
?
He
could
n't
form
the
words
to
ask
what
that
meant
.
Alby
continued
.
"
I
hope
the
Changing
does
n't
give
us
real
memories
--
just
plants
fake
ones
.
Some
suspect
it
--
I
can
only
hope
.
If
the
world
's
the
way
I
saw
it
...
"
He
trailed
off
,
leaving
an
ominous
silence
.
Thomas
was
confused
,
but
pressed
on
.
"
Ca
n't
you
tell
me
what
you
saw
about
me
?
"
Alby
shook
his
head
.
"
No
way
,
shank
.
Ai
n't
gon
na
risk
stranglin
'
myself
again
.
Might
be
something
they
got
in
our
brains
to
control
us
--
just
like
the
memory
wipe
.
"
"
Well
,
if
I
'm
evil
,
maybe
you
should
leave
me
locked
up
.
"
Thomas
half
meant
it
.
"
Greenie
,
you
ai
n't
evil
.
You
might
be
a
shuck-faced
slinthead
,
but
you
ai
n't
evil
.
"
Alby
showed
the
slightest
hint
of
a
smile
,
a
bare
crack
in
his
usually
hard
face
.
"
What
you
did
--
riskin
'
your
butt
to
save
me
and
Minho
--
that
ai
n't
no
evil
I
've
ever
heard
of
.
Nah
,
just
makes
me
think
the
Grief
Serum
and
the
Changing
got
somethin'
fishy
about
'em
.
For
your
sake
and
mine
,
I
hope
so
.
"
Thomas
was
so
relieved
that
Alby
thought
he
was
okay
,
he
only
heard
about
half
of
what
the
older
boy
had
just
said
.
"
How
bad
was
it
?
Your
memories
that
came
back
.
"
"
I
remembered
things
from
growin
'
up
,
where
I
lived
,
that
sort
of
stuff
.
And
if
God
himself
came
down
right
now
and
told
me
I
could
go
back
home
...
"
Alby
looked
to
the
ground
and
shook
his
head
again
.
"
If
it
was
real
,
Greenie
,
I
swear
I
'd
go
shack
up
with
the
Grievers
before
goin
'
back
.
"
