"I should rip your eyes out," Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. "Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the glade?"
Thomas shook his head, gripped by terror, very slowly reaching for his gun with his free hand.
"You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don't think I did."
"What happened?" Thomas asked, stalling for time. He slipped his fingers around the weapon.
"I tried to kill myself in the maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the doors closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all...your...fault!"
***
"Kill me or I'll kill you. Kill me! Do it!"
"Newt..."
"Do it before I become one of them!"
"I..."
"KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please.
With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.
