Newt snapped at you today. Everyone knew him as a "kind boy" who didn't raise his voice and thought rationally. Newt yelled at you today and ran away.

Later, you found him on the roof, with his sleeve up. There was a trace on it that was characteristic of infected with the virus. He chuckles and starts talking while you stand stunned behind him, looking at his hand, which is covered with black stripes like veins.

"I didn't think it would be noticeable," he chuckles, speaking in his British accent, looking down, swinging his legs slightly, "they shoved me into the maze for a reason, that's for sure."

You're trying to calm Newt down by telling him that you can fix everything, no matter which way.

"I have something I need to tell you... When I broke my leg. I came out of the box, didn't know where I was, didn't know who I was, and even when my memories were gone, I felt like something was missing, you know?" Newt pauses and sighs. You sit down next to him.

"I felt empty, and I did... I could-I couldn't stand it. So I woke up early, I made my way into the maze, found the highest wall there was, climbed up there, and... Jumped from there. I broke my leg in three different places, I thought that was it, but suddenly Minho found me, picked me up and took me to the Glade. And we didn't tell anyone the truth."

Newt turns to you, a slight sad smirk on his lips, he was squinting from the sun, watching your reaction.