Thomas: Is It [my Brain]

She Smiled For The First Time, And He Almost Had To Look Away, As If Something That Nice Didn’t Belong In Such A Glum And Gray Place, As If He Had No Right To Look At Her Expression.

I Just...feel Like I Need To Save Everyone. To Redeem Myself.

It Was You And Me, Tom. We Did This To Them. To Us.

Oh, I'm Good. Seriously, After All These Years, You'd Think I Would Stop Amazing Myself. But Here I Am, Still Doing It.

I Promised I'd Save Him, Take Him Home! I Promised Him!" . . . Thomas Hugged Chuck To His Chest, Squeezed Him As Tightly As Possible, As If That Could Somehow Bring Him Back, Or Show Thanks For Saving His Life, For Being His Friend When No One Else Would. Thomas Cried, Wept Like He'd Never Wept Before. His Great, Racking Sobs Echoed Through The Chamber Like The Sounds Of Tortured Pain. (pg 358 Hardback)