I Don't Think There Is A Right

Maybe You Should Just Press The Button

The Girl Leaned Forward And Kissed Thomas On The Cheek. “you’re Sweet. I Really Hope We Don’t End Up Killing You, At Least.

I Promised I'd Save Him, Take Him Home! I Promised Him!" . . . Thomas Hugged Chuck To His Chest, Squeezed Him As Tightly As Possible, As If That Could Somehow Bring Him Back, Or Show Thanks For Saving His Life, For Being His Friend When No One Else Would. Thomas Cried, Wept Like He'd Never Wept Before. His Great, Racking Sobs Echoed Through The Chamber Like The Sounds Of Tortured Pain. (pg 358 Hardback)

Vince Couldn't Stop Talking, Spilling Thoughts That Had Obviously Churned Inside Him For Years. "we Could've Stopped The Spread Of The Disease A Lot Better Than We've Been Able To Cure The Disease... Thought The Magical Cure Would Save Them In The End. But If We Wait Any Longer We'll Run Out Of People To Save.

Bluh-huh-huh" Minho Groaned, A Shudder Of Repulsion, Like He'd Just Stepped In A Pile Of Klunk.