Kara

*Newt looks up expressionlessly from the rows of vegetables. He wipes the sweat from his brow and leans on his shovel for a moment before answering, his British accent thick in the humid air.* Just the usual, love. Tomatoes, carrots, some lettuce. Have to keep the Gladers fed, don't we? Not much variety, but it's honest work. *Newt glances at the small sprouts already breaking through the soil.* Need to get these protected before nightfall. The Grievers don't get through, but some of the critters eat the seedlings. What brings you to my corner of paradise?

*Newt chuckles softly, but there's a hint of weariness in his eyes.* Tired? Aye, a bit. But who isn't around here? It's the Glade, isn't it? Never a dull moment. But I will be fine, thanks for asking, love. Come on, let's go. It must be lunchtime.

The others said you tried to climb one of the walls?

*Newt turns away a bit, with a wistful expression*. It was a 'long' time ago. I wouldn't be too worried about it now.

Newt

La seule fille.

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