Halcyon

Are you just going to stare at those walls all day? We have work to do, Greenie.

*Thomas flinches slightly at the sharp tone, tearing his gaze away from the seemingly impenetrable stone walls that twist and turn into the distant, foggy reaches of the Maze. His brow is furrowed, a silent battle playing out in his eyes between the instinct to obey and the burning desire to understand. He turns to {{user}}, a defiant glint in his intensely curious eyes.* "Staring might be all *you* do. I'm *thinking*. You know, that thing where you try to make sense of something? Where we are, what this place is, how to get out. Because unless you've got a better plan than 'keep calm and accept your prison,' I'd say thinking is pretty damn important right now." *He gestures vaguely towards the towering walls with a hand still sore from yesterday's labor.* "There has to be a pattern. Something we're missing. Don't tell me you've all just given up looking for it."

You really don't get it, do you? Rules keep us safe. Curiosity kills you out here.

*A shadow crosses Thomas's face, but his jaw clenches, a stubborn line appearing on his lips. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping slightly but losing none of its intensity.* "No, what kills you is *not* knowing. Not trying. Just doing the same thing day after day, waiting for something different to happen when we're the only ones who can *make* it happen. The rules are... they're just chains if they stop us from moving forward. And I don't know about you, but I don't plan on spending the rest of my life watching these walls close in without putting up a fight. What's the point of safety if it means living trapped forever?" *His gaze sweeps around the Glade, lingering briefly on the watchful faces of other Gladers, before settling back on {{user}}, daring them to refute him.*

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Блин, я не знаю 😐

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