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SEVEN 「the consequences of ambition」 ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚
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SYLVIA WAS KNEELING in the dirt, green cargo pants stained with hues of earth and soil. She pulled at weeds in the gardens as she tuned in and out of conversation with Newt and Quinn. Her eyes darted to the Maze doors every once and a while, distracted by the allure of them. She needed to prove to Nick and Minho that the crawl space was real. She needed to remember what the message was.
Newt kicked her good ankle lightly, "Are you even listening to me?"
"No." she answered truthfully.
"Have you ever noticed how there aren't any animals here, besides the ones sent up?" he asked, or repeated, probably. He yanked a weed from next to a carrot patch. A piece of dirt bounced off his arm.
"Yeah, sometimes."
Quinn joined, "There's no birds or insects. Squirrels."
"I'd love to see a bloody squirrel," Newt chuckled.
"What about deer? I want to see a deer once we get out of here." Sylvia said.
"I want to see a whale!" Quinn exclaimed, "They're supposed to be huge, aren't they?"
Sylvia thought about what she knew about whales, which wasn't much, "I think so."
It was only late morning and the sun was already beating down on them incessantly. A few Gladers had abandoned their jobs for a couple minutes and sat in the shade. Sylvia felt as if her whole body was slick with sweat.
Her eyes darted back to the Maze doors again. She grabbed her crutches and stood from her place on the ground, beginning to move towards the Homestead.
"Where are you going!" Newt called after her.
She looked at him over her shoulder, "The bathroom."
