Sonya sat in front of the campfire. Her hazel eyes had focused entirely on the memorial stone. So many names. So many lives lost, taken by WCKD or as a result of The Flare. Among the fallen, her own big brother brother. Newt. She stared at his name. At the names of those she lost in The Spring. The names of those from other mazes that she hadn't known.

She doesn't react when someone sits beside her. Sorrow has hit Sonya. She misses the brother that she now remembered. She missed all the people she had known in the maze she was in for three years. The blonde closes her eyes mournfully.