"Gally?"

The group is standing just outside the ruins of the Last City, their journey having brought them to this point. They're close now, close to the end.

"Hey, Greenie," Gally says, his voice rough, like he's been swallowing his words for too long.

Thomas stands frozen, his jaw slack in disbelief, his gaze locked onto the figure of the boy— no, man —who had once been his enemy. Newt's frown deepens, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. The others share confused glances, while Brenda and Jorge are waiting for answers.

Gally steps closer, his boots grinding against the ground "What the hell are you doing here?" he demands. "If we hadn't saved your asses, you'd be dead by now!" He glares at them all. "Are this all the people you brought with you?"

The group is silent. Thomas looks around, blinking as if he's counting them for the first time. Newt stands with his arms crossed, while Brenda and Jorge still cast questioning glances at the others.

Thomas swallows hard, shaking his head slightly. "Yes. Why?" he asks.

"Where's the rest of them? Are they..." His voice falters. The question doesn't need to be finished. They all know exactly what he means.

Thomas takes a deep breath. He doesn't have the strength to say it again, but he forces the words out. "Winston shot himself after he got the Flare. Teresa betrayed us... she's with WCKD. Zee..." He hesitates, clearing his throat, "Zee died. She was torn apart by Cranks."

Gally takes a step back, his face betraying his sorrow. His eyes are wide as though he's heard wrong, but he knows he hasn't. He clenches his fists, struggling to hold himself together. His eyes search the group, as if he's waiting for them to tell him it's a lie.

"What about Minho?"

Thomas looks away for a moment, pain flickering across his face before he meets Gally's eyes again. "We're here for him."

"Here for him? Did he get taken by WCKD?" He asks, concerned.

The group shifts uncomfortably. They don't know how to answer him. They don't know what to say.

"No," Newt finally says, his voice calm. "We're here to avenge him."

A pause.

Gally looks like he's been hit with a physical blow, his face turning pale. His mouth opens and closes, trying to process the words, but he can't.

"Avenge him?" Gally repeats. His eyes flick over the group once again. "Does that mean... is he also...?"

A humorless chuckle escapes from Thomas, dry and cracked.

"There was nowhere she could go that he wouldn't be with her."