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Thomas
barely
heard
Newt
,
having
seen
Alby
sulking
over
to
the
side
,
away
from
the
main
group
of
the
Gladers
,
alone
.
Alby
picked
at
the
string
of
his
bow
while
he
stared
at
the
ground
.
A
quiver
of
arrows
hung
over
his
shoulder
.
Thomas
felt
a
rising
tide
of
worry
that
somehow
Alby
was
unstable
,
that
somehow
he
'd
screw
everything
up
.
He
decided
to
watch
him
carefully
if
he
could
.
"
Should
n't
someone
give
a
pep
talk
or
something
?
"
Minho
asked
,
pulling
Thomas
's
attention
away
from
Alby
.
"
Go
ahead
,
"
Newt
replied
.
Minho
nodded
and
faced
the
crowd
.
"
Be
careful
,
"
he
said
dryly
.
"
Do
n't
die
.
"
Thomas
would
have
laughed
if
he
could
,
but
he
was
too
scared
for
it
to
come
out
.
"
Great
.
We
're
all
bloody
inspired
,
"
Newt
answered
,
then
pointed
over
his
shoulder
,
toward
the
Maze
.
"
You
all
know
the
plan
.
After
two
years
of
being
treated
like
mice
,
tonight
we
're
making
a
stand
.
Tonight
we
're
taking
the
fight
back
to
the
Creators
,
no
matter
what
we
have
to
go
through
to
get
there
.
Tonight
the
Grievers
better
be
scared
.
"
Someone
cheered
,
and
then
someone
else
.
Soon
shouts
and
battle
calls
broke
out
,
rising
in
volume
,
filling
the
air
like
thunder
.
Thomas
felt
a
trickle
of
courage
inside
him
--
he
grasped
it
,
clung
to
it
,
urged
it
to
grow
.
Newt
was
right
.
Tonight
,
they
'd
fight
.
Tonight
,
they
'd
make
their
stand
,
once
and
for
all
.
Thomas
was
ready
.
He
roared
with
the
other
Gladers
.
He
knew
they
should
probably
be
quiet
,
not
bring
any
more
attention
to
themselves
,
but
he
did
n't
care
.
The
game
was
on
Newt
thrust
his
weapon
into
the
air
and
yelled
,
"
Hear
that
,
Creators
!
We
're
coming
!
"
And
with
that
,
he
turned
and
ran
into
the
Maze
,
his
limp
barely
noticeable
.
Into
the
gray
air
that
seemed
darker
than
the
Glade
,
full
of
shadows
and
blackness
.
The
Gladers
around
Thomas
,
still
cheering
,
picked
up
their
weapons
and
ran
after
him
,
even
Alby
.
Thomas
followed
,
falling
into
line
between
Teresa
and
Chuck
,
hefting
a
big
wooden
spear
with
a
knife
tied
at
its
tip
.
The
sudden
feeling
of
responsibility
for
his
friends
almost
overwhelmed
him
--
made
it
hard
to
run
.
But
he
kept
going
,
determined
to
win
.
