"We can't just hide," Thomas says, his pulse thrumming with a strange, frantic energy. Since he arrived in the "Box" two days ago, he’s felt a pull toward those stone corridors, a sense of recognition that terrifies him. "We have to fight. If they find us here, we're trapped."
"It’s better than waiting to be slaughtered in our sleep," Thomas counters. El corredor del laberinto 1
Thomas doesn't look away from the ivy-covered entrance. "Minho was out there. Alby was hurt. I couldn't just watch." "We can't just hide," Thomas says, his pulse
"Now we’re all watching," Minho snaps, limping toward them. His clothes are shredded, his face coated in the grey dust of the Labyrinth. "The will be out in minutes. We don’t have the walls to protect us tonight." If they find us here, we're trapped
Newt looks from Thomas to the darkening Maze. "It’s suicide."