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[Leading Quinn through the corridors, Santana had to keep herself from checking back over her shoulder to see if Quinn looked like she was about to attack or not. While she highly doubted that would happen, the two girls winding up being on civil terms despite the way that Quinn had been hardwired by the Capitol, she still couldn’t be certain but she didn’t want it to be too obvious that that was what she was doing. She had to admit, though, she was thankful that she and Quinn were going to get some unsupervised time to themselves… at least then maybe they could have a semblance of normalcy that they once had.
But, of course, Quinn brought up the question again and Santana sighed, running her hand through her hair.]
At first it was for you and for Sebastian and for everyone else we thought we lost but… now? My Abuela. She… She died. In Seven. My brother kept that away from me and I just… I just want to make sure it wasn’t in vain. She wouldn’t have wanted it to be in vain.
[Looking away, Santana swallowed the lump in her throat, moving to sit down on the ground next to the opened door. Talking about her grandmother was always hard on her, but she knew that it needed to be done. Especially since she wanted to be honest with Quinn.]
[Quinn had never been one for following anyone, and even after the Games that hadn't changed. Except for the fact that most of her walks now consisted of her being bound and shepherded through corridors. It was a mark of trust that Santana was actually willing to walk in front of her and an even greater one that she didn't turn to look back at her. It could have been all for show, but Quinn appreciated the gesture nonetheless. It was the first time she'd felt human in awhile. Everybody else treated her like a monster.]
[As soon as Santana mentioned her abuela, Quinn felt her breath catch in her throat. There was still so much that she didn't remember but her patchy memories and the look on Santana's face was enough to make Quinn more than aware of how much the woman must have meant to Santana.]
...I'm sorry. It can't be easy.
[She thought of her own family and how her 'rescue' by the rebels now meant she had no way of knowing how they were. For all she knew they could be dead. For a moment she stared down at Santana, before joining her on the floor and extending a hand to slowly rest on Santana's. Her words might've failed her, but that didn't mean she couldn't offer her ex ally any form of comfort.]















