Thomas had lived in fear and terror the past few weeks, but this was almost too much. To feel safe only to have that snatched away again.
Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams he__ had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he were standing on a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety. The urge to grasp those answers was almost too strong to keep at bay.But he was still wary. He knew he__ been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. __ remember enough to be ashamed of myself,_ he admitted. __ut living through this kind of abuse is a lot different than planning it. It__ just not right.
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Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams he__ had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he were standing on a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety. The urge to grasp those answers was almost too strong to keep at bay.But he was still wary. He knew he__ been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. __ remember enough to be ashamed of myself,_ he admitted. __ut living through this kind of abuse is a lot different than planning it. It__ just not right.
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