Yeah, You're A Regular Mozart...well,

Good Try, Ya Bugging Shank. The Gathering Elects Runners, And If You Think I'm Tough, They'd Laugh In Your Face.

Movement From Brenda Grabbed Thomas's Attention. He Looked To See Her Drop The Knife Away From Minho And Step Back, Absently Wiping The Small Trace Of Blood There On Her Pants. "i Really Would've Killed You, Ya Know," She Said In A Slightly Scratchy Voice. Almost Husky. "charge Jorge Again And I'll Sever An Artery." Minho Wiped At His Small Wound With His Thumb, Then Looked At The Bright Red Smear. "that's One Sharp Knife. Makes Me Like You More.

No. I Kind Of Accepted It, In A Way. That Saving You Was Worth Losing What We Might've Had.

It Was Her. It Was Teresa.

All The Same, Thomas Now Had A Plan. As Bad As It Was, He Had A Plan. They Needed More Clues About The Code. They Needed Memories. So He Was Going To Get Stung By A Griever. Go Through The Changing. On Purpose.