The pain started at his fingers, traveling through his veins, into his spine, into his ribs and eventually his core. His throat felt so sore from the hoarse yells of agony to thus, no one could hear. No one was supposed to. Hidden in the dark where no eyes could see shed the tears of a speechless man who cries in mourning of a child. A child, dead in his arms. One so undeserving of this fate. One he had considered his own. It hurt more than any wounds that were ever inflicted onto him.
That was merely step one.
   âWe wonât fight any longer,â Wilson says, âWe refuse to--â
   âIf we refuse, they will stomp us to death.â Willow interrupted. âNot a one of those monsters give a damn about a revolution! We have no chance; they will kill us, as they always have, and weâll be brought back just to fight again!â Her frustrations were more than clear, clearer than that of a crystal. âDo you not understand that?!â
   âI canât take another day watching my family die as well as you canât take another day dying!â Wilson has no choice but to scold back. He didnât like to yell, but this was normal when he and Willow spoke. He would state a plan and immediately Willow would be too frightened to agree with him. She replaced fear with anger, but it was all too obvious. Wilson had to understand that, for everyone; and he did.
   Willow stared blankly, trying to avoid eye contact with him by examining the other fireplaces. Webber was asleep with her teddy, Bernie, with her permission. She wished she would hold him, but was more concerned for the comfort of that child than her own.
   Wendy knew that look. The âDiamond, why arenât you asleep?â look. She turns her head away from him, scooting in her spot so that Wes could sit beside her. She apologizes and leans onto him. She looked exhausted, as did everyone; obviously no surprise hereâŚ
   âIâm so hungryâŚâ Wendy mutters pitifully. Again, not surprising. Wes could relate. They only feed the people who win that day. They had to make the meals last, and in this case most the meals were saved up. At least Wilson and Wickerbottom could keep the food storage healthy enough to last a week, and be enough for everyone. It as against the rules to do that.
   Hopefully when Wilson gets back, he and Wes could feed her...
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