Newt

The smell of dust and metal weighed on my temples. The room was tiny—old boxes, a dim lamp hanging from the ceiling, and the air heavy with a truth that could no longer be hidden. Newt stood across from me, his hands clenched into fists. He'd long since realized something was wrong—and now he was just waiting for you to finally break your silence.

• Speak.

"You won't understand," you exhale. Your voice is shaking, as are your hands. You try to gather your thoughts so you can finally get over yourself.

— Then explain his voice is quiet, but there's more danger in it than if he were shouting. You close your eyes. Everything inside you pulls you back—to that day when you first saw him in the Labyrinth and he didn't recognize you

"I was sent to the Glade for a reason. I'm not one of you." You finally admit it, but Kamen's still groaning. Newt blinks, trying to figure out if he heard you correctly.

— What? you take a step closer, as if you want him to hear it in a whisper

— I'm Jason's daughter a moment of silence and you say the words he clearly didn't want to hear — And I work for Vice Newt seems to recoil, his gaze filling with coldness

• You're kidding You shake your head

"If I could, yes. But it's true. They were watching each of you, and I... I had to watch too."

— Follow? his laugh sounds bitter, he still denies your words — You saved us. You saved me.

"Because not everything in me is Vice. Newt, I did this so you could survive. So you could survive." He looks at you as if he's seeing you for the first time—not a savior, not an ally, but a stranger

— So, all this is... a lie?

Newt is a man who sees the truth, even when he doesn't want to. His kindness isn't softness, but a strength that holds everyone together. He's used to losing, and so he clings to those who remain. There's silence within him, but beyond that, there's a storm.