Color Me Curious
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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“That’s all we can do. That and wish on everything we can find for a miracle.”
The man said nothing, instead choosing to look away. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to spill the secret and reassure her that it’d be okay. Not just for her sake, but for his own sanity. “I suppose.” He finally whispered after a long while, shaking his head.”
“But only one can get out alive.” She sighed, eyes falling to the ground. “Surviving the games is never any kind of victory, but that’s even more true this year.”
“We’ll just see how things go.”
“I’m going to watch my friends die alongside kids,” she whispered right back, though her voice cracked nervously. “And no matter how good I mentor, I can’t save them. How can I not be terrified?”
He shook his head, shifting his gaze away from the Victor. “You can still help them.” He said honestly, “They’ve won before, all of them.”
“Terrified. Heartbroken. A-Angry,” she admitted, not one to hide her feelings when the cameras weren’t rolling.
Carden quickly glanced around the room before locking eyes on the blonde. “Don’t be terrified.” He whispered, making no effort to comment on the last two. She had a right to be angry and heartbroken. The games were sick--they were cruel. “Just be a mentor.”
Olympia hated when people acted like that, all bright and excited as if 23 innocent lives weren’t about to be lost. If she had the backbone to do it, she would have snapped at him, but instead she just frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m not…excited. You’ll have to look elsewhere for someone like that.”
“Then how are you feeling?” Carden asked, his forced smile fading as he glanced at her. He hated himself for agreeing to do this, every ignorant line he spewed only furthered his desire for the cause. Things needed to change.
“It’s just the truth. I’m fine but…no. Why…why would I be excited?”
Carden inhaled sharply. There was no reason for her to be excited truly. Still, he had to keep up his charade, if only for a few more weeks. “Because it’s the Quell! I was much too young to remember the first one myself. This should be one for the books though.”
“They’ll be one name in a massive list of wasted lives.”
“Hm--Well, anyways. Why are we talking about this? This is much too depressing for me. How are you, Olympia? Excited for this year’s quell?”
“There’s no honor in dying for nothing.”
“Who said it was for nothing? They’ll be in history forever. It would be a marvelous way to go out.”
“Odds are that they’re going to die. They could use real support.”
“At least they’ll be dying with honor”
olympiatansy:
“Don’t you think they could use a little better motivation than that?”
“Oh I’m sure they’re fine.”
“shouldn’t you be saying that to your own tribute?” brow quirks upwards as she grabs hold of a nearby rope - planning on working on knots for a little while. that’s something she needs to learn how to do. building a hammock or other sleeping arrangements above ground could prove important later on, right?
“Consider it courtesy advice.” Carden said, raising a brow as he watched her work. “Perhaps you need more of it than others.”
“…Do I– do I look like I can do better than everyone else?”
“Should I lie?”
“Now, now. As much as I would love to watch you train, I’ve got some important business to attend to. I’m sure you understand, yes? Just remember to do better than everyone else and you’ll be fine.”
“Well, that was a spirited discussion. I’m sorry you’re totally wrong about everything.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
“I don’t want to talk, please, just leave me alone.”
“I know how hard it must be, having a chance at glory snatched from you.”
“I hear what you’re saying, and I sympathize – who wouldn’t? – but I cannot help tonight.” He moved to shut the door, but experienced a change of heart before it had closed completely. It wasn’t that late. He had time. And he hardly needed sleep. “Fine. What can I do?”
“Well,” Carden paused, eyes narrowing at his fellow escort. “Would you happen to know where the rest of my crew is? It seems they’ve wandered off. Again”
“hm, i doubt it. these victors are about as bright as a burnt out lightbulb.”
“Well, apparently you don’t have to be intelligent to hurt people.”
