@killedoff // cont.
newt was quiet, listening to her as she spoke and in all honesty, he’s lost that hope when he had began to feel different ----- a bad different. it wasn’t the fact that he didn’t want to say anything to anyone, perhaps it was just a simple common cold, but he definitely knew what that felt like ( or so he thought because he never once got sick whilst in the maze ). he had only just realized the dark veins popping up beneath the sleeves of his jacket and he that’s when he figured out that he was definitely not immune to the flare because he had seen the dark veins on the other cranks ( of course, he didn’t really get much of a close look at a crank, but he could easily spot the veins ). ❝ ----- i’m losing hope, because i know things won’t turn out fine on my end. ❞ he responded, his dark hues flickering away from her briefly. he was hesitant, but he lowered his gaze to his arm and slowly pulled up his sleeve, only to reveal the dark and disgusting veins that littered his arm. he stared at it shortly before he turned his attention right back to her. things will definitely turn completely wrong for him.












