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This song and dance again, huh? Thought I'd be about done with appearin' in random bloody places, considerin'.

[ Considering what? Newt isn't elaborating. ]

Guess the upside is I actually remember bein' here before. I can't imagine going through that Porter process again as a Greenie, losin' my head over being taken again. Different city this time, though. [ He gives a lopsided smile, shifting the camera as he walks. ] Sorry, rambling. I had a point to all this.

I'm lookin' to see if my klunk for brains friends are still around. Know a few of 'em were gone before I left, but I figure if I'm here again there's a chance they are too. Names're Alby, Minho, [ a short hesitation ] Tommy. [ And there's another pause before he adds: ] Teresa.

Oh. Guess I should introduce myself too, in case there's a whole lot of new shanks around here. Name's Newt. Anyway, if you've seen any of them around, or anyone calling themselves a Glader, let me know, yeah?

[ He hesitates to turn the video off yet, wondering if he should apologize for the last time he was here, but eventually decides it's better not to bring it up again. Not exactly the best way to come back, talking about a Crank outbreak. After the few minutes of deliberation he cuts the video. ]

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[ thomas near drops his phone from where he'd been idly scrolling through the network at work, which would have resulted in clubbing one of loki's patrons, seeing as he's seated somewhere up by the lighting fixtures when newt's post pops up.

he thinks he's imagining it at first. like maybe he finally lost it, or someone slipped in more of Crane's toxin. but no - that's newt. and he doesn't miss how "considerin" drops off. or the pause before his name. ]

Stay-- [ he starts, stopping short for how shaken his voice sounds. there's really no helping that, though. ] Stay there. Just-- don't move, okay?

[ and thomas is bolting. a sorry to loki is tossed out, with 'gotta go, it's important', before he hits the maurtia falls streets - just running. he's been to the porter here often enough that his feet can carry him, while his mind reels, overlapping memories streaming behind his eyes, filling up his head with noise. mostly a voice.

three words, and a gunshot.

when he finally actually makes it to newt, though, thomas freezes, standing about ten feet away, lungs heaving from sprinting the entire way here, and face a near sickly kind of pale. ]

Newt? [ i hate you, tommy, screeched in a voice he still can't reconcile with his friend's face, still echoes in his head. he looks better now, healthy, sane, but it's all still there in his mind. clear as it was the day Crane's toxin replayed it all, clear as it was the day it happened. ]

[ That voice. The last time he'd heard it he'd been screaming at him, spewing vitriol and hate. It feels like a memory in a haze, with only brief moments of clarity, pleading, begging for an end to it. Moments where his mind was gone flicker, only brief glimpses of what he'd said, what he'd done. But he knows what he did was unforgivable, that the things he'd said couldn't be taken back. The sensation of just how ruthless he'd been in those last moments is overwhelming to him.

He considers not staying, just leaving because it would be easier than facing what he'd done in madness, what he'd made Thomas do because he was too much of a coward to do it himself. But he hangs near the Porter, figures he can't avoid the situation forever. Maybe Thomas won't know, maybe he'll just get to push it away because Thomas won't have experienced it yet.

But when Thomas does show up, and Newt gets a look at his face, there's no doubt there. He knows. There's no pretending what happened hadn't happened, and Newt is at a loss staring back at him. He breaks eye contact after a few minutes, rubbing the back of his neck. ]

Yeah, Tommy, it's me. Who'd you think it'd be? [ There's no madness in his voice, but he can't quite mask the hesitation to it. ]

Keep gaping at me like that and I'll start to think I'm a bloody ghost. [ Probably not the right thing to say. He clears his throat. ]

When'd you get back? You were gone when I left.

'Cause that'd just be stupid.

[ he can't help the sarcastic snip. he'd wondered a moment, if newt knew, if he was still from before they escaped the WICKED compound, but the hesitation before, the fallen off sentences, the way he seems uncomfortable in his skin now. he knows newt well enough that none of that is normal for him. not the newt thomas knew before... the flare set in. it's surreal, watching him now, like none of it happened. like he could almost believe that. ]

Couple months. [ he answers, eventually, voice a bit hoarse. ] You were gone.

[ you were gone - more depth to the statement that just 'you left heropa', more than thomas meant to be in it as well, but that thought alone had broken him, when grey told him. he'd been halfway to their old house and felt his heart stop when he heard newt was exported. yeah, best not to let newt know what state he'd been in when grey had to come fetch him and take him to will's.

but then again, thomas has never been good at hiding emotion. swallowing it down and letting fuel the desperate determination he'd had in the maze and the scorch, but that's the problem here. there's no major, life threatening crisis for thomas to distract himself with. just him and his memories, and the faces of those he couldn't save. he lurches forward, covering the last ten or so feet, and brings his hands up to newt's shoulders - making certain that he's here, that he's heathly, that he's real - before jerking him into a hug.

he's not sure if things newt had said before he'd died had held real weight, or if he wants to put as much distance between them as possible, but at the moment, thomas doesn't care. he's done as much of respecting newt's requests that his sanity can handle. if newt still hates him, now, screw it. he's not letting his best friend go again.

there's a chance there might be tears. at the very least, thomas's eyes are probably looking glassy. sorry, man, he'll try not to snot on your shirt. ]

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Course I was, couldn't stay around here forever. Always bound to leave eventually, everyone does.

[ Newt can't help it, he flinches the second Thomas touches him. The last time Thomas had been this close, Newt had been attacking him, and some part of him is terrified that the Flare might still be rooted in him, no matter how clear a mind he has now. He hesitates, worried on the right course of action here, before he finally just settles for what feels natural. He claps him on the shoulder, firmly, puts his other hand on his back and gives him a reassuring pat. He's here, he's the Newt he was before, probably.

But to say Newt's calm and collected now would be a lie, taking trembling breaths and trying to keep it together. He's spent enough time falling apart in the past three weeks, he just wants it to be over. Truthfully would be happier if he'd never showed up here again, either. How is he supposed to handle being here, given hope of a normal life when he's lost everything and resigned himself to it?

He doesn't know what to say. It's obvious they both know what's happened, and he'd never expected to have to face the consequences of what he'd asked for. Does he apologize for begging him to do it or does he thank him? He feels like either would be a slap in the face to his friend, so he decides against both. ]

Come on, man. [ His voice is strained, and he takes a deep breath to even it. ] You're makin' this real awkward.

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Hey hey! No, dude. You can't be Newt, I'm Newt. We're gonna have some serious name confusion this way!

Yeah? What do ya suggest I go by, then? Been Newt as long as I can remember, think it might be a bit hard to go changin' it now. [ Even if as long as he can remember is only like... two years. ]

Yeah, right, okay, but you're what, like, fifteen? I have seniority. My "as long as I can remember" is longer than yours!

Be Salamander or Axolotl, I don't care. Just not Newt!

Probably seventeen or eighteen.

Gotta say, I'm kinda attached to Newt at this point. Sorry, but no deal, man. Salamander just doesn't have the same kind of ring to it, ya feel me?

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Where are you from?

Can't really say for certain, unless you're looking for somethin' broad like Earth. Suppose I could say the Glade, too, but that doesn't mean much to the shanks around here, I find.

But what does that mean to you?

Means a bunch of shanks were doin' experiments on us for their own gain. Certainly not what I'd call home, if that's what you're wonderin'.

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[ Grey hates cameras. He almost never films himself, especially since he can't even talk, anyway.

But it's Newt. It's Newt, and Thomas had said that he was dead, and so Grey had never expected to see him again. And the last time they had talked had been when Grey left him, and that had always been a terrible goodbye. ]

newt

youre ok ? where are you ?

[ Somewhere different, he'd said. That can't be allowed to matter. ]

[ It's comforting to see Grey still here, makes him want to go looking for the other friends he'd made and left behind.

He offers a smile, though it's a little strained. Does Grey know the truth? Even if he does, Newt will avoid bringing it up unless he's confronted with it. ]

Alright as I can be gettin' tossed back into this buggin' place. Relatively speaking, I guess. I'm in Maurtia Falls instead of Heropa.

How've you been?

[ Grey does know; but as far as he's concerned, it makes Newt no different from himself. He certainly won't make things difficult for him. ]

the same
im glad youre back

thomas came back too
but the others are gone

[ He's careful, when speaking of Thomas. He knows what happened between them - but he also knows Newt asked for it. He doesn't expect them to be enemies, but strain wouldn't surprise him. He'll watch for Newt's reaction, just in case. ]

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Tommy? Do you mean Thomas, maybe?

Depends, is this Thomas neck deep in a bunch of klunk and curious to a fault? Maybe uses works like shank and shuck and sounds like a bloody fool doin' it? If so, then that's Tommy. Guess I'm the only one who's ever called him that though.

Uh.

He has a cheeseburger bed?

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Gintendo has missed you terribly. The crying, the theatrics - honestly, quite the drama cat I have on my hands.

only gintendo? i'm hurt i thought i left a better impression on all your cats
guess it's only proper that i pay them a visit soon then
if you don't mind

I'm only jesting. Fizbean has been pining for you like Lancelot pines for Guinevere. I would call it cute, but there is only so much moody sulking I can take.

You can visit any time you like, Newt. The locks haven't changed.