continued. { @odairing. }
His head tilts toward the victor, brows knitted with mock sympathy. “ Aw, is the girl on fire a little burned out? How unfortunate since mentoring is a LIFELONG gig. Just look at Mags, still hobbling around with that cane and whacking our tributes around the ankles. ”
Despite his playful attitude, that fact remained that mentoring was severely taxing on the mind and soul, especially for RECENT VICTORS. A certain DETACHMENT was required to drag yourself through every games, a detachment that could only be learned through EXPERIENCE. Ones like Finnick who had lost enough kids and witness enough horror for a thousand lifetimes were a bit NUMB to it. The images plagued him a little bit less each year. The screams meshed with background noise and buckets of blood was just part of the scenery.
It is with a more serious tone, barely pricked with sympathy that he says, “ Don’t worry too much, you’ll get used to it after a while. ”
an icy, grey GLARE directed towards the other - less willing
to accept jokes than perhaps she ought to be. not yet desensitized
to the thought of the two tributes in her care dying. she didn't expect
sympathy. not from her fellow victors, at least. certainly not the
ones who’d been doing it for years. the ones like finnick, who had
seen so many die.
so when she received little consolation, she wouldn't be surprised.
wouldn't be annoyed or upset. ( or, rather, any more so than she
was NOW. ) in fact, she was surprised enough that even that slight
tinge of sympathy lingered at the edge of his tone. and at that her
glare would s o f t e n the slightest bit as she offered a sigh.
.“ can't burn out if you don't want to be here in the first place. "
not that anybody did, and she knew t h a t as well as anyone.
( even if she STILL wasn't so certain about the mentors of
districts one and two. the ones that won the majority of the
time. ) " besides you're not from an outlying district. you
at least have a CHANCE. " perhaps spiteful, but the pain
and anger brewing in her veins needed something to lash
out at, and he merely happened to be the person there.
listening. she wasn't sure she could take it anymore. was
going to go INSANE if she kept thinking about it. if she didn't
manage to actually sleep soon after nights full of nightmares
and insomnia that led up to the reaping - only worsening
once she arrived in the capitol once again.
