[Two years. The timing...it can't be right. Can it? He was with WICKED most of his life, wasn't he? He doesn't know what to think or what to believe anymore, but this one boy seems more trustworthy and believable to Thomas than anyone from WICKED ever had.]
They erased my memories. A group called WICKED. I was helping them -- I think. [He rubs a hand over his forehead, a headache starting to spike up suddenly.] But they aren't what I thought they were and it's been...
[His voice trails off and he presses his lips together, not really sure how to explain.]