Character: Thomas. Page 1

- And you tried to climb up?
- Trying. Ivy grows to the top. And then where you go from there?
- What about the Elevator? Jump in and wait when he comes down.
- No, we tried. Until someone inside the Elevator is.
- Okay, what if...
- No, we tried, okay? Twice. Just trust me, everything you think we've tried. The only way through the maze.

- I just want you to understand me.
- Understand what?
- Why I did it...

I remember when you brought the first time. Then I was above you! And faster!
- Well, Yes.

I like nature and architecture. Not the same as in Oregrade, more severe and concise, but very chic, like intelligent. Look, Simon, maples and oaks as if astonished. If can not afford to bend in front of tourists. Even the trees here retain their dignity, posture and ease. They, too, can ask for directions and they will answer, and then carried out.

- We all make mistakes, al - suddenly Thomas spoke, as if overhearing my thoughts. - Without exception. Remember: nothing is irreparable in the world. While you're alive, anything is possible to replay and fix. Only death will bring the final line under your life.

- How strange life is - quietly said Thomas, still not looking at me. - Do you realize how vague and unpredictable around? Guess if Walter this morning that he would not live until midnight? No, hardly. He probably built some plans for the future, enjoyed the Breakfast, wondering as to spend the money... And all in an instant turned to ash.

Trust me, getting shot is not the most pleasant experience.

- True wisdom comes when you find out the hard way.
And if on someone else?
- Then this scholarship.

Beating two of the mighty Union of Slavs who worship the same gods, speak the same language. Well, that's a good reason to hate each other.

For life will remember and grandchildren, great-grandchildren will order to fear of Russian words: "maybe", "odd", "must go"!

- I wonder what this test is different from a Maze? In the Glade, we were locked inside walls and stocked with everything necessary for survival, but here nothing hinders, but almost no supplies. I think it's called irony.
- Sort of - agreed to Minho. You're a philosopher.

- I'm glad you don't ukontrapupili. Seriously, very happy.
- And you all....

He fought with the grievers and shiz, survived a gunshot wound and infection... VICE saved him, but now they also poison it with gas...

The real you wouldn't be trying to tygacil me an inheritance!
- Why? It is necessary to keep the population future Minoret.