"Aris is my best friend, Tom." Teresa had always felt some strange loyalty to WICKED which she couldn't explain, but right then, when she saw the look in Thomas' eyes and knew just how much she had hurt him, she hated them more than she thought possible. As Thomas screamed back that he didn't care, her heart broke. Because his tone of voice made it clear that he did. Anger and sadness overwhelmed her; even though she doubted that WICKED would have actually killed Thomas, Teresa was willing to sacrifice anything if it meant guaranteeing his safety, including their friendship and whatever else they might have had. So she had done everything exactly as they had told her; kissing Aris included, she thought with disgust. Teresa glanced at Aris, giving him a quick nod. He pushed the knife to Thomas' back again and started to lead him towards the gas chamber. Now they could only hope that he wouldn't put up a fight, though she doubted he would go quietly. Thomas murmured something to Aris, who froze, gaping at him in shock, and as expected, Thomas leaped on him and started to wrestle the knife from his grasp. Hands trembling from guilt, Teresa picked up a large stick and slammed it onto Thomas' back, trying her best to ignore his cry of pain. The beating continued until he was dragged into the chamber. With her last bit of energy, she spoke to him telepathically: "Tom… thanks for being our sacrifice." As Aris closed the door, all her strength disappeared and she collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. "I'm sorry, Tom. I'm so so sorry…" she whispered.
All that was left to do now was wait. Wait and see exactly how this encounter had affected their relationship. Wait and hope was all that she could do.