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After a while, it became clear that Cress wasn't going to return to her floor anytime soon. After a while, he had to leave Cyrene to deal with her grief on her own. Miller knew firsthand just how important a moment of privacy was in the aftermath of a world-shattering cannon. It had been crucial for him, if only because it had given him the space to rearrange, to compartmentalise as best as he'd been able to. Perhaps Cress was off doing the same.
He first returned to his own room, to replay Callisto's death and dog-ear the details. Like Smith, Callisto had succumbed not in the hands of other tributes but to the machinations of the arena. Like Smith, she hadn't been alone. Perhaps there was consolation in that, but Miller also knew firsthand how little that consolation meant in the end. Smith had died because Miller had let him down. It wouldn't surprise him if Cress and Cyrene felt the same about Callisto, even though they hadn't.
A while later, Miller followed his whim to the training centre. Again. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd gone because he was still trying to find Cress, but he wasn't surprised to find her there. "Hey." His voice was gentle, but loud enough to announce his presence, so she hopefully wouldn't be startled. He approached her carefully, the same way he had on the first day of the cycle in that same room.

















