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Thomas
frowned
,
not
quite
understanding
the
drive
inside
him
,
urging
him
on
.
Especially
after
last
night
.
But
he
still
felt
it
.
Felt
it
all
over
.
"
Why
all
the
interest
?
"
Newt
asked
.
Thomas
hesitated
,
thinking
,
scared
to
say
it
out
loud
again
.
"
I
want
to
be
a
Runner
.
"
Newt
turned
and
looked
him
in
the
eye
.
"
Have
n't
been
here
a
week
,
shank
.
Little
early
for
death
wishes
,
do
n't
ya
think
?
"
"
I
'm
serious
.
"
It
barely
made
sense
even
to
Thomas
,
but
he
felt
it
deeply
.
In
fact
,
the
desire
to
become
a
Runner
was
the
only
thing
driving
him
on
,
helping
him
accept
his
predicament
.
Newt
did
n't
break
his
gaze
.
"
So
am
I.
Forget
it
.
No
one
's
ever
become
a
Runner
in
their
first
month
,
much
less
their
first
week
.
Got
a
lot
of
provin
'
to
do
before
we
'll
recommend
you
to
the
Keeper
.
"
Thomas
stood
and
started
folding
up
his
sleeping
gear
.
"
Newt
,
I
mean
it
.
I
ca
n't
pull
weeds
all
day
--
I
'll
go
nuts
.
I
do
n't
have
a
clue
what
I
did
before
they
shipped
me
here
in
that
metal
box
,
but
my
gut
tells
me
that
being
a
Runner
is
what
I
'm
supposed
to
do
.
I
can
do
it
.
"
Newt
still
sat
there
,
staring
up
at
Thomas
,
not
offering
to
help
.
"
No
one
said
you
could
n't
.
But
give
it
a
rest
for
now
.
"
Thomas
felt
a
surge
of
impatience
.
"
But
--
"
"
Listen
,
trust
me
on
this
,
Tommy
.
