Re: Thomas | Lydia
[The pain that's on her face hurts in a way similar to how he felt when the griever had grabbed Alby. "Get them out," his friend had said before the monster ripped him away for good.
For a second, he can't quite breathe. He has to look away, his own eyes growing blurry as he blinks back tears -- at the memory of Alby, but also because of the way her voice cracks when she speaks. Because of how much more pain he caused that he doesn't remember at all, and these people he hurt that so obviously care about him so much. People he didn't even realize he had because he'd been so sure everyone from before WICKED was dead.]
I don't understand any of this. [His voice is so quiet it's barely audible.] But I'm really sorry.