Walls Built Up

What was that? Ξ, what did that mean? Wasn't that important, or was it? She had told on him, but who was she? She had yelled at him, but why couldn't he remember her name? There was something important about those two people, or was it one? Who was she?
But come to think of it, who was he? It should not be that hard to think up his own name. The old mantra echoed in his head: "Wicked is good," but why was that important? Over and over it continued, like a, like a, well he didn't know. What was his name again?
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Thomas!
That's right.
But what was he thinking about a second ago? A second? what was that? What was he...
It didn't matter. He was Thomas. Of that much he was certain. That would be enough.

ALL READERS ALERT: Per usual the rights for the characters, lure, settings, &c. go to James Dashner who wrote the Maze Runner trilogy. Thank you sir! Since this is here, I won't be making note of it every time I make a new chapter, so understand that.
Secondarily, I will be dealing with insanity in this book, or insanity as I understand it, and if that is a trigger for anyone, I wouldn't advise reading this book.