(His cheeks turn the slightest bit pink and he stares off screen for a moment. Actually, it looks like he's looking at someone else with the attentiveness on his face. Then after a moment, he nods just barely and looks back on camera and smiles feebly.)
The other day, I think I remembered my mom? Not...anything specific. Just her voice, her hair, and kind of just this nice feeling. I didn't really think 'bout it til just now but um. I think it's similar to the sort of things I feel towards you?
(His nose wrinkles up briefly and his eyes dart back off camera in the same direction he'd been looking in before and then they slide just as quickly back to the camera.)
Like. Motherly, I think.
(Which is a good thing, Peter had said. So he really hoped Maketh took it in a good way.
The idea of Maketh dying makes something unpleasant crunch in his chest and he almost looks physically pained for a moment. Newt was a surprisingly sensitive boy. Always had been. When the other Gladers had been dying off and Minho and Thomas kept pushing forward, it was Newt who mourned their lost lives, as nameless and unimportant as they had seemed to the other two boys. When it came to someone he cared about dearly? Well.)
I did die. I remember it pretty vividly. And I'd die again if I went back to my world within a year probably.
(He sighs faintly. Again, he could relate to Maketh.)
I'd endanger my friends too. (Because he knew enough what the word allies meant. And he didn't have allies- only friends.) But I'm a threat here too.
I want it to be good. That's why I don't mind the monsters, I don't think. If they're the worst of it then- okay. Fine. But if...If Hadriel...I wonder if there's a place for people like you and me.
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(His cheeks turn the slightest bit pink and he stares off screen for a moment. Actually, it looks like he's looking at someone else with the attentiveness on his face. Then after a moment, he nods just barely and looks back on camera and smiles feebly.)
The other day, I think I remembered my mom? Not...anything specific. Just her voice, her hair, and kind of just this nice feeling. I didn't really think 'bout it til just now but um. I think it's similar to the sort of things I feel towards you?
(His nose wrinkles up briefly and his eyes dart back off camera in the same direction he'd been looking in before and then they slide just as quickly back to the camera.)
Like. Motherly, I think.
(Which is a good thing, Peter had said. So he really hoped Maketh took it in a good way.
The idea of Maketh dying makes something unpleasant crunch in his chest and he almost looks physically pained for a moment. Newt was a surprisingly sensitive boy. Always had been. When the other Gladers had been dying off and Minho and Thomas kept pushing forward, it was Newt who mourned their lost lives, as nameless and unimportant as they had seemed to the other two boys. When it came to someone he cared about dearly? Well.)
I did die. I remember it pretty vividly. And I'd die again if I went back to my world within a year probably.
(He sighs faintly. Again, he could relate to Maketh.)
I'd endanger my friends too. (Because he knew enough what the word allies meant. And he didn't have allies- only friends.) But I'm a threat here too.
I want it to be good. That's why I don't mind the monsters, I don't think. If they're the worst of it then- okay. Fine. But if...If Hadriel...I wonder if there's a place for people like you and me.