[ Ring, ring, ring. Dial tone, of course. Thomas gives a shaky exhale, silence on his end for awhile before he lets out a humorless, self-loathing laugh. ]
I -- I knew you wouldn't pick up, I knew that, of course I knew that, I knew that. I'm, I know you probably won't ever get this, sorry if you do, you can just ignore it -- I'm really sorry, real, real sorry. Minho's dead, did you know? I don't know if you did. He's dead and -- and you're dead, and it's all my fault, Newt, all my fault. I -- how can I keep doing this to the, the people that I love? You're gone and Minho's gone and I'm -- I'm scared, Newt, I've never been this scared in my whole entire life, not when I woke up in the Glade or anything. I don't even know where Teresa is, she might be dead too. What should I do? What is there to do?
[ It's all said out in one heavy breath, but Thomas finally pauses and breathes for a second, rocking back and forth from where he's curled up on the floor, shaky breaths, shaky voice. ]
Guess I just -- miss you, or. Yeah, that's it. I kissed Minho, you know. Guess -- guess you were always right about that, ha. I wish, wish you guys were here with me, but this is all I've got for right now so -- so sorry, this is dumb, I should just --
( assuming that the young man in the gun sight is a recent arrival, rather than bother trying to figure out who it is, harry punches in 036 » 001 through to 036 » 200 and sends them all the following message with the attached footage: )
This is your captain speaking, the Oxygen Gardens are about to experience some severe localized turbulence for one passenger in particular. I would strongly advise that if this is you, you should probably - at a minimum - consider ducking.
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I'm gonna bring it back, okay?
[ mom can we keep it ]
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IN A JAR.
A LITTLE FREAKING SHUCK OF A THING.
IN A JAR.
WHAT THE SHUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE.
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I -- I knew you wouldn't pick up, I knew that, of course I knew that, I knew that. I'm, I know you probably won't ever get this, sorry if you do, you can just ignore it -- I'm really sorry, real, real sorry. Minho's dead, did you know? I don't know if you did. He's dead and -- and you're dead, and it's all my fault, Newt, all my fault. I -- how can I keep doing this to the, the people that I love? You're gone and Minho's gone and I'm -- I'm scared, Newt, I've never been this scared in my whole entire life, not when I woke up in the Glade or anything. I don't even know where Teresa is, she might be dead too. What should I do? What is there to do?
[ It's all said out in one heavy breath, but Thomas finally pauses and breathes for a second, rocking back and forth from where he's curled up on the floor, shaky breaths, shaky voice. ]
Guess I just -- miss you, or. Yeah, that's it. I kissed Minho, you know. Guess -- guess you were always right about that, ha. I wish, wish you guys were here with me, but this is all I've got for right now so -- so sorry, this is dumb, I should just --
[ He hangs up. ]
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[ man, how do you even do this stuff? he's still learning about the whole voicemail thing. ]
I wanted to... make sure you were okay. [ because clearly, after everything, who wouldn't be! ] And that you got back from everything safe.
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mass text to jumpy thirty six
This is your captain speaking, the Oxygen Gardens are about to experience some severe localized turbulence for one passenger in particular. I would strongly advise that if this is you, you should probably - at a minimum - consider ducking.
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text; i totally forgot about this LOL
SURPRISE
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immediately after DUPRR post.
[ have to, the most mild way of phrasing this level of compulsion. ]
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