Denver knocked on the door frame. She was nervous, she realized, in a way that she hadn't felt around Enna in a while. It was the fear of rejection, the terror and shame of being a Capitolite amidst all of this mess, and the thought that Denver wasn't doing enough to make up for who she was, who her people were. And this latest announcement brought it all crashing down. Denver had cried, though she had washed any trace of it away from her face before coming over here. It wasn't right that she cried, when so many others suffered.
"Did you see the news?" Denver asked, when Enna noticed her. It had been all over the televisions. Conscription. Another Hunger Games. Another Arena, but this time at the hands of the Vox. A thought occurred to Denver, now that she was in front of Enna, and it was out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Did you know?" Enna was a Junior Ambassador, after all. A Junior Ambassador who had fought to take down the institutions that were, according to the news, being built right back up.
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