If they're talking about him like he's not coming back, that means he may as well be dead.
There's how many of us around, with superpowers, and how many guards at the facility with none? [ it's always been incredibly hard for thomas to be able to sit still when he knows there're things he can do. it's what had him running into the maze when it was closing, because he couldn't want minho and alby get stuck in there, everyone else just accepting that they were already dead. he's being rash, and he knows this sort of thing is more delicate. in a sense. there's laws here, not just some giant death monster that you have to be able to run fast enough from. while being eaten alive is the worse option, it's also the only option with the maze. he sighs, though, rubbing the heel of a palm against an eye and loses the fire in it. ] I'm not saying storm the castle, but I'm also not saying we've got the luxury of time to sit around and be certain there aren't risks first.
[ he closes his eyes ago, focusing in, and lets go of the argument, trying to search for the name of the facility. it takes a while longer, following any mention of transfers, Holiday, Holt, or the recent announcement. Eventually, after a long while, he comes upon someone looking at a file, brows narrowing as his head tilts, trying to wait for the person's eyes to focus where they need to be. ]
"Bethesda... Military Psychiatric... Wellness Compound." That's it. That's where they're holding him.
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There's how many of us around, with superpowers, and how many guards at the facility with none? [ it's always been incredibly hard for thomas to be able to sit still when he knows there're things he can do. it's what had him running into the maze when it was closing, because he couldn't want minho and alby get stuck in there, everyone else just accepting that they were already dead. he's being rash, and he knows this sort of thing is more delicate. in a sense. there's laws here, not just some giant death monster that you have to be able to run fast enough from. while being eaten alive is the worse option, it's also the only option with the maze. he sighs, though, rubbing the heel of a palm against an eye and loses the fire in it. ] I'm not saying storm the castle, but I'm also not saying we've got the luxury of time to sit around and be certain there aren't risks first.
[ he closes his eyes ago, focusing in, and lets go of the argument, trying to search for the name of the facility. it takes a while longer, following any mention of transfers, Holiday, Holt, or the recent announcement. Eventually, after a long while, he comes upon someone looking at a file, brows narrowing as his head tilts, trying to wait for the person's eyes to focus where they need to be. ]
"Bethesda... Military Psychiatric... Wellness Compound." That's it. That's where they're holding him.