>> I would -Never- believe that we were in the wrong. The Capitol was the glue that sustained and held those pathetic people together. >>
>> of tears for my father had died when the rebellion sent the first shocks through. Cruel. Infinite people. They deserved the hell. >>
>> The rest...The rest I couldn't explain, and I was in no mood to speak with my mother who had spent the last few days a blubbering mess >>
>> truly strong. Those were the ones who were thankful for the blessing that the Capitol shined down against them. >>
>> hand meet the careers that worked so hard and deliberately to get to the position they are in. Those were the ones who were >>
>> mother. Hidden in the sidelines to watch the reapings as they commenced. It was something that was my favorite. To get to first >>
>> Didn't the Districts enjoy the pride that was pressed against them when someone came away victorious. Blasphemy. I had been with my >>
>> /WE/ that had done nothing wrong had to go out into the arena. We had to make ourselves a sacrifice for the rest of those around >>
>> Yet, here was @ArdentRadiance and the rest of her crew trying to prove that there was nothing wrong with this mannerism. That we >>
>> in the games. Was that not what District one spent their days training for? Of course. I had always seen them do just that. >>
>> of me settle down into a mere moment without hesitation. It was our turn? What did they mean, didn't they get pride from fighting >>
>> used to bring a sense of welcoming and an overwhelming ease to me. Nothing could do that. Not a single thing could make the chaos >>