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"
Me
,
"
Minho
said
.
"
And
Thomas
.
"
Everyone
looked
at
Thomas
;
he
simply
nodded
.
Although
it
scared
him
to
death
,
exploring
the
Maze
--
really
exploring
it
--
was
something
he
'd
wanted
to
do
from
the
first
time
he
'd
learned
about
it
.
"
I
will
if
I
have
to
,
"
Newt
said
,
surprising
Thomas
;
though
he
'd
never
talk
about
it
,
the
older
boy
's
limp
was
a
constant
reminder
that
something
horrible
had
happened
to
him
out
in
the
Maze
.
"
And
I
'm
sure
all
the
Runners
'll
do
it
.
"
"
With
your
bum
leg
?
"
Alby
asked
,
a
harsh
laugh
escaping
his
lips
.
Newt
frowned
,
looked
at
the
ground
.
"
Well
,
I
do
n't
feel
good
askin
'
Gladers
to
do
something
if
I
'm
not
bloody
willing
to
do
it
myself
.
"
Alby
scooted
back
on
the
bed
and
propped
his
feet
up
.
"
Whatever
.
Do
what
you
want
.
"
"
Do
what
I
want
?
"
Newt
asked
,
standing
up
.
"
What
's
wrong
with
you
,
man
?
Are
you
tellin
'
me
we
have
a
choice
?
Should
we
just
sit
around
on
our
butts
and
wait
to
be
snuffed
by
the
Grievers
?
"
Thomas
wanted
to
stand
up
and
cheer
,
sure
that
Alby
would
finally
snap
out
of
his
doldrums
.
But
their
leader
did
n't
look
in
the
least
bit
reprimanded
or
remorseful
.
"
Well
,
it
sounds
better
than
running
to
them
.
"
