[ New Orleans? That was in the States, right? Newt might ponder on it, but Klaus asks the same question, and Newt feels a loss for words. His tongue suddenly heavy in his mouth.
He doesn't remember.
It's frustrating.
He doesn't remember and he doubts he ever will.
It's beyond frustrating.
He doesn't remember where he's from, where home is supposed to be. Sure, the Glade had been where he'd had to live for almost four years.
It never felt like home, only the people. ] Dunno. [ It's an honest answer, because he doesn't. ] Couldn't tell you even if I wanted to. [ WCKD saw to that. ] Doesn't matter much now, I guess. [ Part of him doubts he'll ever return to wherever he's from. He'll either never remember, or die before then, he imagines. He's gotten farther than he'd ever expect.
Newt keeps his eyes low, watching the ground as he walks along with his uneven gait. He can practically feel all the questions this guy is itching with - a bit like Thomas in that regard too, Newt thinks. ] They claim that they don't know why we showed up here -- the people that actually live here. But there's these creatures - Sound Eaters - that hunt us all. Normally, ya gotta stay quiet. I've never seen one personally.
[ Newt doesn't trust the locals, and that's obvious with his tone. He's skeptical, even a bit to the Sound Eaters' existence, but he's seen Grievers, he doesn't want to test it. ] Don't quite trust that they're telling us everything. Got a lot of questions and not a lot of answers.
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He doesn't remember.
It's frustrating.
He doesn't remember and he doubts he ever will.
It's beyond frustrating.
He doesn't remember where he's from, where home is supposed to be. Sure, the Glade had been where he'd had to live for almost four years.
It never felt like home, only the people. ] Dunno. [ It's an honest answer, because he doesn't. ] Couldn't tell you even if I wanted to. [ WCKD saw to that. ] Doesn't matter much now, I guess. [ Part of him doubts he'll ever return to wherever he's from. He'll either never remember, or die before then, he imagines. He's gotten farther than he'd ever expect.
Newt keeps his eyes low, watching the ground as he walks along with his uneven gait. He can practically feel all the questions this guy is itching with - a bit like Thomas in that regard too, Newt thinks. ] They claim that they don't know why we showed up here -- the people that actually live here. But there's these creatures - Sound Eaters - that hunt us all. Normally, ya gotta stay quiet. I've never seen one personally.
[ Newt doesn't trust the locals, and that's obvious with his tone. He's skeptical, even a bit to the Sound Eaters' existence, but he's seen Grievers, he doesn't want to test it. ] Don't quite trust that they're telling us everything. Got a lot of questions and not a lot of answers.