Newt had a sister.
He hadn't seen her in a long time.
The white coats had separated them not all that long after they had arrived at this place.
He didn't remember why they had done it.
If it had been based on their ages, or their respective scores on one of the tests they were given or something totally random.
He had been too young and too much effort had been exerted on him since then trying to replace his old name, and his old memories with whatever the white coats wanted to pour into their places.
But he remembered his sister.
At least flashes.
Blonde hair.
Gap toothed smile.
Pouring her cereal for breakfast.
Holding her hand when the soldiers showed up to take them.
Watching her being led away.
Not yelling.
Not fighting.
Not doing anything.
He could say he hadn't known it was the last time he would see her.
He could say he had been just a kid himself.
But he remembered.
And what he remembered when he lay awake at night was that she was his sister.
He had loved her.
A piece of his heart had resided in her.
And he hadn't done a damn thing when they took it from him.