@whatsbehindthefacade (for Fila) The train car clicked under them as Beetee Latier sat awake in the main car, his hands fidgeting with a multi-use tool his often held in his pocket. The tours were long, though he hadn't had to do one since the 49th games... he blinks away the memory that threatens to surface, the feeling of leading a lamb to slaughter, even if he knew that sharp teeth were readied for... he blinks and the thought vanishes. Best not to dwell on the past. Nothing good waited for him there. This was different, he reminded himself, Fila was younger than she'd been. Younger than he himself had been. The boy made a decent victor, and his fellow mentor had been correct in her suggestion that after a few years of gladiators, the Capitol wanted an underdog victor. An upset. His only concern now was that the boy would be caught in the crosshairs of a war that he might not be aware of, but bubbles under the surface... and Beetee could feel the tension slowly building, same as it had built before the 50th. He doesn't immediately look up when he hears a sound, and likely on instinct, he starts, "I didn't know you were still..." he looks up, dark eyes seeing the young victor, certainly not the one that he had assumed was walking into the car, "I apologize. I thought you were Wiress. Old habit."
