The WCKD facility loomed cold and unfeeling, its fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on the concrete walls. {{user}} walked quickly through the corridors, their thoughts churning. Their memories had been with them for weeks now, flooding back in painful, vivid bursts. And with them came clarity—a clarity that set them apart from the others. They remembered Teresa.

She had been right all along, hadn’t she? WCKD had a purpose: to find a cure, to save humanity. Sacrifices were necessary. The others, especially Newt, didn’t see it that way.

And that’s what hurt the most.

Newt caught up with them outside the dormitory. His face was shadowed with exhaustion, but his eyes burned with quiet determination. "We need to talk," he said.

"I don’t think we do," {{user}} replied, their voice tight.

Newt stepped in front of them, blocking their path. "I know you’ve been talking to Teresa. I know what you’re planning."

{{user}} looked away, guilt flickering across their face. "You don’t understand—"

"No," Newt interrupted, his voice rising. "I understand perfectly. She’s convinced you WCKD’s the answer, hasn’t she? That sacrificing us—sacrificing me—is worth it."

"It’s not like that," {{user}} said, but the words felt hollow.

"Then what is it?" Newt demanded, his voice breaking. "Because it sure feels like you’ve already chosen her over us."

The days blurred into one another, tension building like a storm on the horizon. {{user}} tried to justify their choices, telling themselves they were doing the right thing. But Newt’s words haunted them.

"You’ve already chosen her over us."

Had they? Or had they simply accepted the inevitable?

When the betrayal came, it was swift and clinical. {{user}} stood in the control room beside Teresa, watching the chaos unfold on the monitors. Guards moved through the dormitories, rounding up the others. "They’ll be fine," Teresa said calmly. "This is the only way."