Galli

Leah arrived in the Glade a month before Thomas. She kept to herself, hardly speaking to anyone. Gally noticed her immediately—she looked at him differently. Without fear. With something that made him uneasy.

He noticed every little thing, but he couldn't allow himself to acknowledge it. It was easier to openly hate Thomas than to think about her.

After the incident with Thomas, Gally lost it. He shouted at the Council that he was dangerous. Minho and Newt restrained him. He left, his face burning.

Leah stood against the wall.

"What, you think I'm crazy too?" he barked.

• I think you're afraid.

• What?

— That everything is changing. That you are no longer in control.

He took a step towards her. She did not retreat.

• You're nobody here. What do you want?

• Nothing. Nothing anymore.

And she left.

Leah loved him. Foolishly, hopelessly. She knew there was no room for her in his heart—it was occupied by hatred and rules.

He found her by the lake.

• Why are you talking to me? I'm nobody to you.

— I know. Can't I just talk to you?

— It's just that sometimes you look like you're in pain.

• It doesn't hurt.

• I never said you were weak.

• Don't mess with me. Nothing will come of it anyway.

— I know. But it's my business, right?

He didn't answer.