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deadalready) wrote2013-09-28 02:19 pm
deadalready) wrote2013-09-28 02:19 pm
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13th Swing - Voice
[It's still so weird that he and Clove are getting married. That it's actually happening like they acted like it could in their more stupid moments where they were both alive in the end. Maybe only one of them went to the Games and won, maybe neither of them went. Cato had wanted to with increasing desperation the closer he got to 18 but he'd told Clove before he would only volunteer if she needed him to.
Thinking about things from before the Games; about his sad, pointless life and his parents and their house and his room and the town...he wants that. He wants his mom and dad to be happy and see him get married.
Cato wonders if anyone will even show up for the wedding (still weird) or if it'll just be him and Clove and the person marrying them. The only thing he knows with certainty is that he's been here almost two years and hasn't made one friend. (Or so he thinks).
It makes him miss his parents even more fiercely and, without really thinking, he opens his journal.]
If you could have someone from back home be here, even for just a day, even if they were dead, would you make that happen?
[It seems selfish to even think about it, to him at least. He's curious to see if other people don't give as much of a crap about the life they'd left behind. He just misses his family.]
Thinking about things from before the Games; about his sad, pointless life and his parents and their house and his room and the town...he wants that. He wants his mom and dad to be happy and see him get married.
Cato wonders if anyone will even show up for the wedding (still weird) or if it'll just be him and Clove and the person marrying them. The only thing he knows with certainty is that he's been here almost two years and hasn't made one friend. (Or so he thinks).
It makes him miss his parents even more fiercely and, without really thinking, he opens his journal.]
If you could have someone from back home be here, even for just a day, even if they were dead, would you make that happen?
[It seems selfish to even think about it, to him at least. He's curious to see if other people don't give as much of a crap about the life they'd left behind. He just misses his family.]
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But then - things weren't really normal. The president, he...people were...strange. They didn't like how it had ended, that Katniss...won. [ With Peeta. That they'd lived. ] ...In the end, the Quarter Quell came and the card - they pulled from past tributes.
We only had three.
[ She says that quiet. ]
Some of them worked together. Got out. And Twelve - they bombed Twelve. Some of us got to Thirteen. Some didn't, though.
[ She trails off. ]
It was a war, I guess.
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Knowing that things really go to shit after you die, that you honestly missed out on worse things to come. That it could get worse - and his parents watched all that happen and then...
who knows what happened to them.
His voice is hoarse, choked almost. If he were being perfectly honest with himself he'd say he felt like crying just then.]
I didn't know about that...
[About any of that.]
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[ But she wouldn't lie about it. Couldn't imagine that she'd be good at it if she tried, when the truth was easier to believe than any lie could be. ]
...She says they won, though. At least - the Games stopped, I mean. I think...I never got to see that, but I like knowing that. Even if everything had to happen before that.
It's nice to know there'll be children who'll never be reaped.
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