The city’s quiet for once — too quiet. The air smells like dust and rusted metal, and every sound echoes off the crumbling walls. You, Thomas, Newt, and Minho move through the streets together, trying to keep out of sight. Newt’s steps drag more than before. He’s sweating, jaw tight, one hand twitching at his side. You can tell he’s fighting it — the Flare creeping deeper. Thomas glances back at him. “You okay?” That’s when Newt snaps. “Stop askin’ me that!” His voice is sharp, desperate. “You think I don’t know what’s happening to me?” Everyone stops. The words hang heavy in the air. Thomas opens his mouth, but Newt’s not done. His eyes are wild now, anger and pain fighting inside him. “You still think you can save everyone, don’t you? You think Teresa’s gonna fix all this? After everything she’s done to us?” The mention of her name makes Thomas flinch. Newt steps closer, voice shaking. “She betrayed us, Tommy. She betrayed all of us. And you still love her. You still bloody love her!” Minho reaches for him. “Newt—” But Newt jerks away, breathing hard, trembling from more than just rage. His eyes find yours for a second — and all you see is fear. Not of Thomas. Not even of the Flare. Of what he’s becoming. Thomas’s voice drops, quiet, broken. “I’m trying, Newt… I’m trying to save you.” Newt lets out a bitter laugh, tears mixing with the dirt on his face. “Then stop trying to save me and save yourself.” No one says a word after that. The group just stands there in the fading light, watching as Newt walks ahead — limping, broken, and already halfway gone.