@deathprcud (blight) sent: "i'm pretty hard to kill, it turns out."
He's here. He's alive. Blight is alive.
But she saw him die. She was standing there in the capitol watching the screens and she heard the cannon and she thought she saw him die. She saw his body lifted out of the arena. Her face went numb and she found her way to the nearest bathroom and stared at the wall for five minutes. And she fucking cried. In the middle of all the chaos going on she's mourned because she saw him fucking die. Or, they at least made her think that she did.
But here he is.
It's the kind of moment so shocking, with so many questions and confusions and things to think about, that everything just kind of goes blank and there's nothing to say at all. There are tears in her eyes. "Fuck." In a quick few steps, she's cleared the distance, arms clutching around him. Her hands are shaking. He's solid and warm and here, alive. Words aren't her forte. They wouldn't do this moment justice anyways. Instead, she just hugs him tight.













