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I want to say my recommendation and be done with it:
Listen to me, I’ve never seen anything like it. He didn’t whine and cry, never seemed scared.
Dude, he’d been here for just a few days. Think about what we were like in the beginning…
Huddling in corners, disoriented, crying every hour, not trusting anybody, refusing to do anything. We were like that for weeks or months, till we had no choice but to shuck it and live.
Just a few days after this guy shows up, he steps out in the Maze to save two guys he hardly knows.
all this klunk about him breaking a rule is just stupid. He didn’t get the rules yet. But plenty of people had told him what it’s like in the Maze, especially at night. And he still stepped out there, just as the Door was closing, only caring that two people needed help.
But that was just the beginning. After that, he saw me give up on Alby, leave him for dead. And I was the veteran—The one with all the experience and knowledge. So when Thomas saw me give up, he shouldn’t have questioned it.
But he did.
Think about the willpower and strength it took him to push Alby up that wall, inch by inch. It’s psycho. It’s freaking crazy.
But that wasn’t it. Then came the Grievers. I told Thomas we had to split up and I started the practiced evasive maneuvers, running in the patterns. Thomas, when he should have been wettin’ his pants, took control, defied all laws of physics and gravity to get Alby up onto that wall, diverted the Grievers away from him, beat one off—
But all this to say: I’ve been here two years, and I’ve never seen anything like it… I say we make him a Runner.