[Sonya. Thomas had no way of knowing what was going on through Tris' mind and just how exactly it was that Sonya fit into that role he had mentioned. Yet, if his suspicions were right, that meant that Sonya was the Newt of Tris' group.
More and more it felt like there were far too many parallels going on. Almost like everyone really did have a role, based on their personalities, and in spite of the fact that there would always be some differences, each of their mazes seemed to have a role that was assigned to a different person.
Tris had Thomas' role. Harriet had either Alby or Minho's role (Thomas wasn't sure, with what little information he had). Sonya had Newt's role. Aris had Teresa's. ... Only he had saved them instead of betraying them.
He wonders if the other mazes were the same. If there really was a role for everyone. If there were other people out there who had parallels with him and Tris, too, as well as all of their friends.
He didn't dare to ask more about Sonya, though. Tris had shared very little, but Sonya was no longer here. He didn't know how Tris' relationship with her was, but if it was anything like his and Newt's... Yeah, he really didn't want to bring that up.
So he nods, instead, looking at her and blinking surprisingly when she suddenly sputters after he speaks again. ... He can't help the little chuckle.]
Yeah, we did. [And a nod.] Emphasis on 'we'. [And he laughs a little, again, head shaking as his attention returns to the ground.] I wouldn't have survived if Minho hadn't been there to show me the way. [Granted, he had entered on his own free will and against Newt's orders of sorts, but. It had been worth it, in the end.] That was the night we killed our first Griever. [Okay, so in this case, he could have said 'I'. But no point in putting more attention on himself, right? All he did was think that (maybe) it would work and then run for his life, pretty much. He got lucky.]
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More and more it felt like there were far too many parallels going on. Almost like everyone really did have a role, based on their personalities, and in spite of the fact that there would always be some differences, each of their mazes seemed to have a role that was assigned to a different person.
Tris had Thomas' role. Harriet had either Alby or Minho's role (Thomas wasn't sure, with what little information he had). Sonya had Newt's role. Aris had Teresa's. ... Only he had saved them instead of betraying them.
He wonders if the other mazes were the same. If there really was a role for everyone. If there were other people out there who had parallels with him and Tris, too, as well as all of their friends.
He didn't dare to ask more about Sonya, though. Tris had shared very little, but Sonya was no longer here. He didn't know how Tris' relationship with her was, but if it was anything like his and Newt's... Yeah, he really didn't want to bring that up.
So he nods, instead, looking at her and blinking surprisingly when she suddenly sputters after he speaks again. ... He can't help the little chuckle.]
Yeah, we did. [And a nod.] Emphasis on 'we'. [And he laughs a little, again, head shaking as his attention returns to the ground.] I wouldn't have survived if Minho hadn't been there to show me the way. [Granted, he had entered on his own free will and against Newt's orders of sorts, but. It had been worth it, in the end.] That was the night we killed our first Griever. [Okay, so in this case, he could have said 'I'. But no point in putting more attention on himself, right? All he did was think that (maybe) it would work and then run for his life, pretty much. He got lucky.]