What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn’t be trusted?
Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.
He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. ‘How do I look?”Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,’ Minho responded. ‘You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.’ ‘Thanks.
What’s going on? Newt asked, looking back and forth between Thomas and Aris. Why’re you guys looking at each other like you just fell in love?
Awww, Minho said. That’s almost as sweet as that time she slammed the end of a spear into your shuck face.
Shouldn’t someone give a pep talk or something? Minho asked, pulling Thomas’s attention away from Alby.Go ahead, Newt replied.Minho nodded and faced the crowd. Be careful, he said dryly. Don’t die.