″‘You’re subject A-five and they called you the Glue.’
Newt gave him a startled look. ‘The Glue?’
Thomas let go of his shirt and stepped back. ‘Yeah. Probably because you’re kind of the glue that holds us all together.‘”
“Thomas knew what he thought. Those images would never leave—the Gladers would be haunted by the horrible things that had happened in the Maze for the rest of their lives.”
“They said there were no rules. Said we had so much time to get to the bloody safe haven and that was that. No rules. People dying left and right, then they come down in a buggin’ monster flying thing and save your butt. Doesn’t make sense.”
“Maybe this was worse. When they’d settled into bed last night, everything had seemed good and safe. Yeah, maybe this was worse, to have that suddenly taken away.”