“Newt”.
How long would I live
now?
A year? Or two? Less
than that?
I knew this all
along.
I never listened to
the head that told me
That I wasn’t a
Munie.
What am I gonna do?
Tommy, please don’t
look at me that way.
You never trusted
WICKED.
So why do it now?
I don’t wanna see you
this way, Tommy.
Minho, you too.
You’re the only
family I have left.
I don’t see Lizzie-
Sonya as much as I used to.
So what if he says
the Flare’s gonna eat me up?
Just wait and watch
as I eat it up instead.
What? You don’t trust
me?
I love you, Tommy.
You’re one hell of a brother.
I knew that right
since when you were the Greenie
Who’s gonna call you
a shank- or klunk-faced if I’m gone?
Don’t say Minho.
Cuz’ no one can do
that the way I do.
Like, Newt is Newt,
you know?
Gally killed Chuck.
No, WICKED killed
Chuck.
We’ll avenge that
shuck-faced kid together.
But, you know what?
I won’t live that
long.
No, the Flare’s not
gonna kill me.
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