[She would never find any malice for his friends there. Thomas would gladly die for them-- He is on their side. The jokes between them are just that, jokes. They keep a smile on their faces when they can muster one, and that, he thinks, is important.]

Grievers. [He nods, answering her question. And then, he listens to what she says next. It's interesting how close her thoughts were to his own. He had felt exactly the same way... Or well, close enough. He wouldn't say he wasn't afraid of the things, once he did set his eyes on them. But not doing anything about them-- That did bother him a lot, too.] ... Yeah. Mostly I wanted to know more. I wanted to do more. I couldn't believe that after three years they had found so little. [Though, to their credit, they had mapped most of the maze.]

We killed one of them. That's when we started to find out more.