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" Shouldn't someone give a pep talk," Minho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby." Go ahead," Newt replied.Minho nodded and faced the crowd. " Be careful," he said dryly, " Don't die." Thomas would have laughed if he could, but he was too scared for it to come out." Great. We're all bloody inspired," Newt answered then pointed over his shoulder toward the Maze, " You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're making a stand. Tonight we're taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared. "
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" He beheld in swift succession the incidents in the brief tale of his experience. His wretched home, his still more wretched school-days, the years of vicious life he had led since then, one act of selfish dishonour leading to another; it was all clear and pitiless now, all its squalid folly, in the cold light of the dawn. He came to the hut, to the fight with the Porroh man, to the retreat down the river to Sulyma, to the Mendi assassin and his red parcel, to his frantic endeavours to destroy the head, to the growth of his hallucination. It was a hallucination! He knew it was. A hallucination merely. For a moment he snatched at hope. He looked away from the glass, and on the bracket, the inverted head grinned and grimaced at him... With the stiff fingers of his bandaged hand he felt at his neck for the throb of his arteries. The morning was very cold, the steel blade felt like ice.(" Pollock And The Porrah Man" ) "
