But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.
And then they were kissing. Something exploded within his chest burning away the tension and confusion and fear. Burning away the hurt of seconds earlier. For a moment it felt like nothing mattered anymore. Like nothing would matter ever again.
Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?
Let's get this started, people. It won't be long before we all lose our minds.
What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?
All the same, Thomas now had a plan. As bad as it was, he had a plan. They needed more clues about the code. They needed MEMORIES. So he was going to get stung by a Griever. Go through the Changing. On purpose.