Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything. “There’s something about us. We’re not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We’re valuable. Alive, not dead.” The anger on Jorge’s face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What’s a shank?

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.

Though he’d never know for sure what had happened to them, his mind was super talented at imagining the absolute worst.

Quit voting me down before you even think about what I'm saying.

Awww," Minho said. "That's almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.

We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.

All things happen for a purpose.