It's always been him.

Something Right.

They had just finished preparing the plan. Thomas knew it wasn't a good one. But they were running short on options and they hadn't much time left. Jorge and Brenda were arguing about whether or not Brenda should go with them. Thomas knew Jorge only wanted Brenda to be safe, but he also knew she was one hell of a fighter and that they would need everyone if this plan was going to work. As they were all getting ready, Thomas saw Newt leave the room, a sad look on his face.

- Thomas!

Jorge was waving at him with an exasperate glare.

- Come here, Hermano, please.

- I am going, Jorge, said Brenda. Asking Thomas won't change anything.

They were still arguing, Thomas thought. He went to them, already knowing what he was going to say.

- Thomas, please, begged Jorge. You have to talk to her. This is a pretty shitty plan, I think everybody knows that. So please, try and talk some sense into this one. She's as stubborn as I am.

- Look, Jorge, Thomas said. As you noticed too, this is a pretty shitty plan. But I know one thing, and it's that we need everyone. This is not going to work unless we all do this together. And I know it's risky, and that it could all go wrong, but we have no choice. This is it. Whatever deal I made with Lawrence, it won't last. We've all seen the look on his face. It's the look of someone who has nothing to lose. He wants to go out with a bang. Literally.

Jorge was looking at him with a sad smile. Thomas continued.

- We only have one shot at this. We have to get Minho back. We have to end this.

- But Brenda...

- Brenda can take care of herself and you know it. I know that you're afraid of what might happen to her, but I can assure you that I am too. I'm terrified of losing her, losing you, losing Newt... but we have to do this. Together.

Jorge opened his mouth to speak but instead, tears started falling. He looked at Brenda, torn apart. He looked proud and scared.

- I'll be okay... Brenda said. I promise.

They hugged and Thomas thought of Newt. He had to find him.

He left the room to find the boy sitting on the edge of the rooftop.

- Hey.

Newt turned with a smile on his face. Not a sad smile. A genuine one. That's how Thomas made him feel.

- Hey, Tommy.

- What are you doing up here?

Thomas sat next to him.

- Not much... just thinking.

- About what ?

Their eyes locked, and the sad smile reappeared on Newt's face.

- Might as well tell you now...

- What are you talking about? Tell me what?

Newt drew up his sleeve to reveal veins filled with poison. He was infected. Thomas felt like his heart had just shattered into a million pieces. No. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. His eyes filled with tears.

- No... he whispered.

- It's okay, Tommy. It won't stop us from getting Minho back.

Thomas looked at him with sadness all over his face.

- Newt... I...

Tears had started falling. Newt took Thomas's hands.

- Listen to me. You have to focus. Minho is our priority. We have a solid plan. It all ends tonight, okay? The infection is spreading slowly, it won't slow us down.