Either Brave or Stupid.

            THE GLADE          THE BOY           GLADE LAWS

           ❝Ah, now there’s that right cheery attitude of yours showin’ up again,             Tommy. Everybody has a bloody dream — even in this place. If they             didn’t, they’d be useless.❞ Newt assumed getting out of here was             everyone’s dream, everyone’s goal that they were working towards             in order to get out of here. A sigh escapes him then, rubbing at his             temple. ❝’S like you don’t even know how to keep your mouth shut             for a moment, Tommy. The Keepers decide your fate — we all take             a vote on it. ‘M there to supervise since ‘m in charge and everythin’.             Gotta keep order throughout the whole meetin’. I already know ‘s             gonna be… less than orderly. If you don’t speak, there won’t be             too much backlash. Promise.❞

          He manages to hope for the best, he can accomplish that            somehow, despite all that has been thrown towards him -           and towards the other's who had been there, much much           longer.  And yet he could see some of their hope dwindling           keeping, to the belief that this was their home now, like th-           ey had given up, on trying to find home, and made the gla-           de their home.  Thomas doesn't know how they do it, he's           too questioning, to curious--- needing to know the answer,           to the maze, to the reason why they are there, and how?            But none of his questions were answered, and now he wa-           sn't going to be able to ask any when it came to his imme-           diate being.  But he had to hold faith in Newt, he hadn't --           wronged him, he hadn't given him a reason to not hold trus-           t in him.   And he was kind.

                 ❝ ..... I'll hold you too that.  I don't wanna be thrown                of a cliff any time soon. ❞

         ”not everykid is as skinny as you. but           yeah, i’m a bit older.”

he could almost smile proudly because he was growing  up faster than the others in that place. but the boy didn’t smiled easily, not even in a joke related. maybe just a  sketch of it but never a truly smile. besides, there were no reasons for doing it anyway.     “what uh    what job did they give you?”

            Shoulder's stiffen and rise a bit, the boy biting his lip            and holding back any kind of retort he could think of             for it seemed like any time he spoke... he'd either get            no answer or get called something like a shuck face,             or slinthead, whatever that meant.  

   ❝ Job? Don't got one... supposed to be going to the keepers, tryin'    stuff out... I guess. ❞

            But none of the jobs he'd been told of interested or              called to him as much as being a runner did, and h-              e had already tried to talk to Chuck about it but he               only looked at Tom like he was half crazy, half insane.

“why people keep saying that?  i’m not that old, hermano, believe me.”

    ❝ You're bigger than me, you've got a beard thing goin' on... so--    rationally I'd say you're old. ❞ But that's just Tom being too curious    and over thinking things; forgetting that there are kids who grow up    to fast, and probably even faster in this kind of an environment, wh-    ere there is no chance to be a kid, you either make it or break it. 

Shush. Thomas is sleepy. ❝—-I want 5 more minutes.❞ He mumbles quietly.

     A foot nudges his twin's chest, the field of plush green blades giving     the Tom still claims younger twin, by at least a second; more comfort     than the corner of the forest in which the deadheads lay, is for him.  -     But his brother's behavior doesn't concern him much, it's probably t-     he other way around, though they only remember each other which --     gives them enough reason, to hold onto each other more fiercely than      maybe when they had their memories.  ❝ Wake up. ❞

I loved you from the start, a Thomesa fanmix

            “I don’t think they’ll ever trust me. You still have a chance, because              you’ve done a lot of things for them, like saving Alby, and all I did              was to pull a damn trigger that probably put all of us in danger.               If something happen to you tonight, I don’t think I would be able             to handle the guiltiness.”                         It frustrated her a lot not to be able to help. She’d been the one                         who started all the trouble and, though she didn’t even remember                         how or why, she felt like everything was her fault. And she would                         never admit that in front of the rest of the boys, but Thomas was                         special.               "If we get through this, I promise I’ll make my better to help you finding                a way out of the Maze.”

           ❝ I don't know, I mean... Gally has it out for me, Alby's not           that stable, and I trust Newt-- I do, him and Minho they've           got good heads on their shoulders.  But... I mean, you're a           G I R L.  They--- we...? Haven't seen a girl in ever.  I mean -           if I know you, then it hasn't been long but---- you know.❞

              He wants to stop her from saying it's her fault-- he wants           to tell her it's not, that it's the fault of those who put her here           and that she's more of a pawn, than the reasoning behind it;           she just happened, to be chosen as the trigger.  It's not like -           she would chose to be.... would she?           ❝ Assuming that we do make it--- we're all getting out of here           we have to now, there's no other choice. ❞ 

EVERYTHING was going to change.

The memory of her briefly waking up in the box had her feeling almost dizzy, eyes casting down from his own to study the grass beneath her feet. There was something there… Just grab onto it. Grab it and don’t let go, Rachel. }

" — Thomas. Your… Your name is Thomas.”

{ And she said it with confidence that there was no way she could be wrong. No. She might not know much right now, but she did know that. And it was a name, only a name, nothing too exciting or life altering… But she was just proud that she knew something. As he spoke, she followed his gaze again, slowly letting her tongue dip out to wet dry lips. God, she was thirsty — When was the last time she drank water? Consciously, that is. }

"Well, at least now my appetite’s gone. But, I mean… What’s in THERE?”

{ She took a step forward, and then another. There was something about it. Familiarity soaked into her bones and she just — She knew this place. But how? She couldn’t even remember her last name, so how could this place be she felt almost… Comfortable? No. This place wasn’t ALLOWED to be comfortable. }

    She said his name; SHE SAID HIS NAME.  And he hadn't even told her    it.  Unless she'd heard it from the other's which his mind was screaming    for it was the only logical, and sound reaction to such a thing.  Maybe --    Newt was speaking about him, or someone else.  It wasn't like he wasn't    the main topic of it.  Two and a half days or so ago, he'd been the greenie    to run into the maze for those, the other boys had just given up and thou-    ght were dead.  But breaking a rule, to save lives-- was something he wa-    s capable of.  What Thomas felt was morally right, what should've been     done------ and so he did it.  And he survived, by whatever means of luck    he possessed, or favor of whatever god he might have prayed to in the --    life he cannot remember.  Though he doubts he ever prayed, for if there -    was a god, where was he now? Letting innocent boy's, suffer like this wi-    thought their memories and completely and utterly trapped and surround-    ed by walls on all sides, only opening up into the maze with monsters th-    at any rational being, would piss their pants at seeing.

    But maybe Thomas wasn't any regular being, any regular kid, or boy he-    felt different, though he didn't want to be.  Tom didn't want to be different    because here, Gally would use that against him.  He'd already claimed to    have seen him during the changing, as if he remembered him.  And it was    scary knowing he had more influence and connections to the other boys -    than he has.  For Tom's only friends? Chuck.  Maybe Newt.  And Mihno....    But that was at least forty other boy's that could out number those who l-    iced him if it came down to a vote, and GALLY spoke against him with kn-    owledge that for all Thomas could remember, could be true.  He just had    to believe it wasn't.  That Gally was nuts, the shank had lost his marbles     during the changing.  Because if Gally hated him this much, than whatev-    er he had done in their memories, must not have been good.

   ❝ Yeah... Newt tell you that before you ditched them? ❞ Because he dou-    bted with their excitement when she first showed, that they'd let her out     of their sight that easily.  ❝ You remember your name? Some don't some    do right away though. ❞