Ecclesiastes 7:10 - Train OS
The world rattled by his cage and he could only watch it through bleary eyes. He had no desire to see the world, to leave his home, his memories, his refuge, or his land. Yet here he was to be uprooted like a weed and tossed aside. His hand ran over the soft velvet of the seat, and he wished that it was worn and tattered so that he might take comfort in the fact that his daughter had touched the same space. But this was new, he supposed they replaced it every year to keep up with the ever changing trends of the Capitol.
Farro had secluded himself from the moment he’d stepped on board the train, not having the taste for companionship at the moment. The girl he had been reaped with was young and he had not wanted to see her vibrancy, nor clashed with any atmosphere of hope the others might yet hold.
He had no interest in asking why he had been reaped. And he had no anger to hold at the universe or his God. Instead he was filled with sorrow for the others who would take this journey with him, but much too soon, and much younger than he. Rage boiled in the pit of his stomach, but it had only one target, and that was the Capitol that had murdered his daughter and would murder these youth with the same blood stained hands.
As the fields of Nine disappeared into the sunset, he promised himself that he would not bloody his hands in their battlefield. He knew his place as a lowly farmer, but he was not so low down as to become a killer. Because while not a learned man he knew what he believed, and he also knew that no one, should have to bury their child.
The gentle rolling of the train began to lull the old man to sleep. Watching the sky he saw the first stars appearing, and he promised the heavens holding his girls that soon, he would be home.
