Quotes About Loyalty

All we can do is find our friends and make sure we die on our own terms." "Well said, son. Well said.

Tomas looked over at Newt, brarely able to see his friend's face. "What, you jealous or something?

he wondered if he was doing the right thing sticking with Brenda. But when she started walking, he followed.

I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.

Dude, you tried to slice my you-know-whats off!" Thomas laughed, something he hadn't done in a long time. He welcomed it happily. "Too bad I didn't. Could've saved the world from future little Minhos.

needed a friend,

Brenda found his hand, squeezed it. Once again, Thomas felt a ridiculous surge of guilt, like he was cheating on Teresa. He couldn't help that this girl was so touchy-feely.

Well, except Newt – he calls me Tommy.

Alec put out his hand. "We're going to make it through this, but just in case …" Mark shook the man's hand, squeezing it. "Thanks for the billion times you saved my life." "It's been an honor serving with you, kid. Maybe today you'll save mine a couple more times." "I'll do my best.

MÁTAME. SI ALGUNA VEZ HAS SIDO MI AMIGO, MÁTAME.

I actually believe you. You just don't have an ounce of lying in those eyes of yours. And I can't bloody believe I'm about to say this." He paused. "But I'm going back in there to convince those shanks we should go through the Griever Hole, just like you said. Might as well fight the Grievers rather than sit around letting them pick us off one by one.

twenty-one Gladers in all. Every last one of those who'd stayed behind and fought was covered in Griever sludge and human blood,

Thomas stepped into the hall with Newt, scared to death of what his friend might say and how crazy it might sound. The seconds were ticking away. They walked a few feet from the door before Newt stopped and faced him,

Like gangsters yelling out roll call before they slaughtered a group of weeping traitors.

That's the lamest shuck-faced thing you've ever barked," Minho said. "You're the leader, and you know it. We all know it." Newt

His friend threw another couple of punches for good measure, then stood up, giving his guy one last kick. "I'm done. We can go.

Ok then, Break your promise and I'll never forgive you.

He found himself thinking of Newt, maybe the one he liked most of all of them, not immune.

if some shank decides he's a sissy-pants and tries to turn back, I'll make sure he does it with a broken nose and smashed privates.

True-blue, dyed-in-the-wool.

I think he's right. I think it's time we did what we're supposed to do. We all agreed to it just last night." Minho broke into a nervous smile. Newt's hands balled into fists. It was now or never.

Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. "It doesn't call you anything. It just says … 'To be killed by Group B.'

Follow me or you'll be fired upon.

Movement from Brenda grabbed Thomas's attention. He looked to see her drop the knife away from Minho and step back, absently wiping the small trace of blood there on her pants. "I really would've killed you, ya know," she said in a slightly scratchy voice. Almost husky. "Charge Jorge again and I'll sever an artery." Minho wiped at his small wound with his thumb, then looked at the bright red smear. "That's one sharp knife. Makes me like you more.