On The Train After the Hijacking (@givcnup)
There are things they should be doing. Talking to Gage most of all, probably. Sitting with Wren, even if it’s just to hold her hand. They’re not doing them, though, and they couldn’t say why.
It feels like the hijacking’s changed everything, though they can’t say exactly how, what they think is going to happen next. Maybe Wren or even Gage—their older brother, seven years older than Hudson—would look at them like they know things, like they should have answers, because they’ve been to the Capitol, they’ve seen the Districts, they’ve lived through the Games. And all they want to do, instead, is be a child. Look to someone, themself, for the answers they don’t have.
They’ve always looked to Griffin for that, even when he’s told them, over and over again, that he doesn’t have the answers Hudson seeks. They can’t help but look to him still.
“The Rebellion,” they say. They don’t think they’ve said those words out loud before, even though they’ve thought them. During their Victory Tour. Looking into Teal Pitsmith’s cold gaze in Snow’s mansion. Griffin must have felt it, too. “It’s real.”










