[It might not be much but what it is makes Cato smile. They've never had something that was really...their own. Which wasn't as pathetic as it sounded. They were given anything they asked for as Academy students - as long as it was used productively toward their skills.
The way it worked was - everything had a price, nothing was just given to you. You had to earn it, or pay it back in blood, sweat, and tears. The Capitol worked the same way.
So this spartan apartment with the three bedrooms would do just fine. Because he could pretend it was theirs. For now he could ignore the looming presence of the Capitol-like entity constantly reminding him that all this could be taken away if they wanted to.
The thought makes him angry, but he smiles all the same. Something he wouldn't do anywhere else. Or with anyone else right now.]
I'll stay. I don't want one for myself.
...This is enough.
[He can't judge her for screaming for him as she died, for being weak. That kind of weakness is something he looks back on and feels for. She'd needed him to help her - not to save her, no. Never save her - and he wasn't there in time. The guilt he felt for that was overwhelming in some instances and barely there in others.
He remembered wishing she was there when he died. To put him out of his misery instead of Katniss? Or to just sit with him while he choked on his own blood and broken teeth, waiting to pass out and die?
Maybe so she could have gone on her very own bloody rampage? Who knew.]
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The way it worked was - everything had a price, nothing was just given to you. You had to earn it, or pay it back in blood, sweat, and tears. The Capitol worked the same way.
So this spartan apartment with the three bedrooms would do just fine. Because he could pretend it was theirs. For now he could ignore the looming presence of the Capitol-like entity constantly reminding him that all this could be taken away if they wanted to.
The thought makes him angry, but he smiles all the same. Something he wouldn't do anywhere else. Or with anyone else right now.]
I'll stay. I don't want one for myself.
...This is enough.
[He can't judge her for screaming for him as she died, for being weak. That kind of weakness is something he looks back on and feels for. She'd needed him to help her - not to save her, no. Never save her - and he wasn't there in time. The guilt he felt for that was overwhelming in some instances and barely there in others.
He remembered wishing she was there when he died. To put him out of his misery instead of Katniss? Or to just sit with him while he choked on his own blood and broken teeth, waiting to pass out and die?
Maybe so she could have gone on her very own bloody rampage? Who knew.]