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Newt
sat
back
down
.
"
Alby
.
You
got
ta
start
talkin
'
reason
.
"
As
much
as
he
hated
to
admit
it
,
Thomas
knew
they
needed
Alby
if
they
were
going
to
accomplish
anything
.
The
Gladers
looked
up
to
him
.
Alby
finally
took
a
deep
breath
,
then
looked
at
each
of
them
in
turn
.
"
You
guys
know
I
'm
all
screwed
up
.
Seriously
,
I
'm
...
sorry
.
I
should
n't
be
the
stupid
leader
anymore
.
"
Thomas
held
his
breath
.
He
could
n't
believe
Alby
had
just
said
that
.
"
Oh
bloody
--
"
Newt
started
.
"
No
!
"
Alby
shouted
,
his
face
showing
humility
,
surrender
.
"
That
's
not
what
I
meant
.
Listen
to
me
.
I
ai
n't
saying
we
should
switch
or
any
of
that
klunk
.
I
'm
just
saying
...
I
think
I
need
to
let
you
guys
make
the
decisions
.
I
do
n't
trust
myself
.
So
...
yeah
,
I
'll
do
whatever
.
"
Thomas
could
see
that
both
Minho
and
Newt
were
as
surprised
as
he
was
.
"
Uh
...
okay
,
"
Newt
said
slowly
.
As
if
he
was
unsure
.
"
We
'll
make
it
work
,
I
promise
.
You
'll
see
.
"
"
Yeah
,
"
Alby
muttered
.
After
a
long
pause
,
he
spoke
up
,
a
hint
of
odd
excitement
in
his
voice
.
"
Hey
,
tell
you
what
.
Put
me
in
charge
of
the
Maps
.
I
'll
freaking
work
every
Glader
to
the
bone
studying
those
things
.
"
"
Works
for
me
,
"
Minho
said
.
Thomas
wanted
to
agree
,
but
did
n't
know
if
it
was
his
place
.
