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"Please, Newt, please." Amber bambi eyes glare at Newt, pleading.
"I... I just can't," the blond choked out.
Anger flares in Thomas's eyes. "If you've ever been my friend, if you've ever loved me, kill me. Kill me before I become just one more of those Cranks."
Newt surges forward, capturing Thomas's lips with his. There are teeth and tongues and breathlessness and both of them just want to stay in that moment forever. Neither of them wants to think about Newt's immunity and Thomas's approaching death. Neither of them want to think of the Maze or the Trials or Teresa or Minho or Chuck or Gally. They just wish for this moment to be frozen in time, two lovers intertwined. But those thoughts are there, creeping up and invading the space. Thomas pulls back first.
"You have to do it," he mutters quietly. "You've seen them. I don't want to become that. Don't let me." The pleading tones in Thomas's bring tears into Newt's eyes.
"Please, Newt, please."
With his heart and tears falling, Newt pulls the trigger.