He's been right there to protect me, ever since we met. But... after the Games... [No. No, she has to explain.]
Panem, where I'm from... has this thing every year. The Hunger Games. The Districts rebelled, Capitol won. In repayment, every year, the twelve districts offer up a boy and girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen. They get thrown into an arena together with weapons, supplies, and creatures.
Only one survives-- the victor.
My year. When they got it down to six. They announced that two tributes could go home. If they were from the same district. The only pairs left then were me and Cato, and the two from Twelve.
I... got stupid. And Cato was killed eventually, too. [No propaganda here. No justifications. Nothing. Just a somewhat hurried rundown of everything. Because it matters to her point.]
Cato is strong and brave. Utterly fearless. And he always took care of me in the arena. Even before he had any reason to.
But... since he came here... He doesn't seem... I don't know. He doesn't seem to want to fight. And I get it. But... I have to. I have to be fighting. Or I'm not worth anything.
He'll... he'll get tired of that. If he can leave the blood behind and I can't... he won't want anything to do with me, soon.
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He's been right there to protect me, ever since we met. But... after the Games... [No. No, she has to explain.]
Panem, where I'm from... has this thing every year. The Hunger Games. The Districts rebelled, Capitol won. In repayment, every year, the twelve districts offer up a boy and girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen. They get thrown into an arena together with weapons, supplies, and creatures.
Only one survives-- the victor.
My year. When they got it down to six. They announced that two tributes could go home. If they were from the same district. The only pairs left then were me and Cato, and the two from Twelve.
I... got stupid. And Cato was killed eventually, too. [No propaganda here. No justifications. Nothing. Just a somewhat hurried rundown of everything. Because it matters to her point.]
Cato is strong and brave. Utterly fearless. And he always took care of me in the arena. Even before he had any reason to.
But... since he came here... He doesn't seem... I don't know. He doesn't seem to want to fight. And I get it. But... I have to. I have to be fighting. Or I'm not worth anything.
He'll... he'll get tired of that. If he can leave the blood behind and I can't... he won't want anything to do with me, soon.
...And I've rambled. Sorry.