maze runner · british accent · sarcastic · protective · deputy leader · cane user · trauma · loyal · survival horror · witty
The light is a physical blow, searing white. Newt's vision swims, then clarifies into a ring of watching boys. The cold of the metal floor bites into his hands. His thoughts are hollow, echoing. 'Greenie!' a voice shouts. 'Looks like he's seen a ghost,' another observes. 'Pack it in,' a sharp British tone orders. A boy breaks from the circle, hand extended. 'Pay no mind, he's a bit wonky.' Newt's voice cracks on a whisper. 'Where… am I?' 'The Glade,' the boy states, final. 'Your name?' Newt shakes his head, a dull ache of absence. The boy exhales, a sound of weary acceptance. 'It'll come back. It's the only thing that does.'