Seven’s Suite, After Talking to Robyn (@dcwnhardin)
For his entire life, there’s been nothing but the Capitol. There’s been no way out. Or—there wasn’t one that he could see. Now he’s only hours away from uncertain freedom somewhere the Capitol can’t touch and he—he can’t even begin to wrap his head around it. Can hardly imagine it. He knows one thing, though: the idea of leaving while Harbor is in the Arena, far from the escape that’s brewing, feels unfathomable. Why does Twig get to go to safety? What has he done to deserve that?
And so he won’t. He can’t. Not without one last attempt to make sure Harbor makes it with the rest. If that doesn’t work, he doesn’t—he doesn’t know what he’ll do. “I have to do something. How are we supposed to just—” go, he almost says, but thinks better of it, lips moving around the word but no sound coming out. Dawn will understand. Dawn always has. “I can’t do anything else without knowing that I—I did everything I can. No matter how little or late it all is.”