"Is it fun up there?" Newt asked. I didn't answered but I looked down, with my big red eyes. "I'm impressed, you know?"
"Why" I asked him sobbing and confused.
"Well, there isn't one shank here that didn't cry during the first weeks. Congratulations." he said "and that for a girl" That deserved an apple on his head. After I threw it and leaned against the tree.
"Wow, calm down, shuckface! I'm just joking. But now serious, I know it's hard. Everyone had it difficult the first week, months even. I get it that you think that nothing matters anymore, but the least we can do is try, right?"
Newt was right. I looked down again and Newt looked up.
"You're a runner. In all those months that you've been here, have you found anything that looked like a solution?"
"No, not exactly. But does it matter? As long as we don't give up. What if we're all here crying and suddenly a door opens in the maze? Then we missed our chance. We need to keep running. You need to keep working. We need everyone. You too."
I looked at him doubt full.
"I promise that I will tell you first if I ever find a way out, okay? But then you need to come out of the tree."
"Deal" I said. But I kept sitting for a while thinking.
"Are you coming, slinthead?" he asked impatiently.
"Uhm...Newt?"
"Yeeees?"
"I can't get out" He chuckled
"You're a klunkhead. Come on, let yourself fall." I didn't hesitate a second because I knew that I could trust him and that he wouldn't let me fall. I landed in his arm, man, he was strong.
"Come on, dinner" and he carried me to the tables.