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This didn’t make sense. Staring down at the tattoo on his arm, he didn’t have an activity scheduled for the day except for 18:00 --- Reflection. Reflection was explained to him as a half hour of downtime from District 13′s strict schedule for it’s citizens. But when he had just arrived yesterday and today he was given no tasks to do, what was he supposed to do? It didn’t make sense.
All day, Kieran was left to roam the halls of the underground District 13. It felt overwhelming when he met with Haymitch, Plutarch Heavensbee, and Alma Coin, President of the rebel district. Following Thirteen’s schedule, Kieran thought Coin would automatically put him to work but the only activities he had all day were meals: breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Kieran didn’t understand it, but he decided to go along with it. He still had many questions that he wanted answers to, and Plutarch and Coin reassured him his questions would be answered. In the meantime, Kieran needed to familiarize himself with District 13.
As far as he knew, Beetee, Finnick, and himself were the only victors rescued from the arena. He hadn’t known the true fate of Peeta and Johanna, other than they were captured by the Captiol. They could be dead by now. District 13 couldn’t compare to what Snow was doing, or done, to the two but Kieran knew the citizens were in wartime here. Everyone had a job. Nuclear weaponry was built here. Everyone wore a shade of grey because no one was allowed to “stand out”. Food was rationed. Time was restricted. Watching the district from the outside in, refugees from other districts probably thought this was no way to live. He could almost agree, but he’d been surviving all of his life. At least Thirteen figured out how to do it out of the Capitol’s control. They were surviving. Kieran had to admit: they figured out a smart way to do it.
Catching a glimpse of Reflection still painted on his arm, Kieran finally decided to find Finnick rather than his family. He assumed Finnick was still in one of the hospital rooms, but he couldn’t be sure. If he was poked and prodded at like Kieran, he probably didn’t want to be. He guessed the three of the rescued victors had to continue to be looked at by doctors. Even as Kieran roamed, he was to report back to his hospital bed. As his eyes searched the rooms, he stopped when he saw Finnick. He slowly entered his room. He didn’t know if he should be happy that they’re both still alive or fearful that the 75th wasn’t the end for them yet...
"Finnick?”
