it's all an act.

“I don’t know.” she admitted. she’d been asking around, and nobody else seemed to know either. “looks tribute-done, though. weird that it wasn’t in the recaps of the night. you’d expect something like that to be.” there were. compilations, highlight reels, ICYMI collections. link had a few open each morning, if she’d gotten enough sleep to turn her tv off. but she hadn’t seen anything of note yet in relation to roe dyland. “I’ve got some money to send to our pair, though. fifteen hundred. I promised Nano food if he avoided the bloodbath, so I owe that. but, well, what do you think, for mora? what could we get her with the rest?”

She wasn't sure what to make of it all, but any further observation she could make was stopped in it's tracks at the sight of Sawyer and Ellemora together. "So, the game." she replied, having never exactly been one to play the game as a kid. Or any games, bar the one that landed her here now, with a stolen childhood. "They hide theirs and find the others?" she asked watching the interaction between Sawyer and Mora nervously, the tension causing her concern.

She looked at me. She said, ‘You’re no daughter of mine.’ It hardly mattered. It was too late for lines like that now. I had a language of my own and it wasn’t hers.

"Hey, shit becomes very clear when there's blood involved," he reminded her. There had been no greater, more terrible moment of lucidity than immediately after taking a life -- feeling it leave someone's body, watching them fade in the eyes. It was an unparalleled clarity, one Mahlon despised. "If it weren't for me, you'd be playin' dollies with Link and snortin' cheap cocaine," he lamented, expression grave with faux concern. "What I do is nothin' short of a public service."

The idea of her her playing dolls would've made her laugh if the conversation hadn't taken a turn she wasn't prepared for. She could do the light-hearted banter, keep it easy and simple and never crossing into uncomfortable territory. She tried to focus, what had they been speaking about? Dolls. Stairwells. "Just doing my own service in return," she replied quietly, though she'd figured out the stairwells pretty quickly when she was still young. Perhaps, there was something of Three in her after all.

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She had only really been awake about an hour, shuffling around the third floor studiously trying to avoid the footage of the Games unless she truly had to watch it. Yet, she hadn't been quick enough, having grabbed the box of cereal with the intention of returning back to her room before Link caught her and invited her to join. "Oh are we now." she replied, arching her eyebrow, "Well... apart from the poor bastard strapped to the pole." she replied, eyes landing on the screen. "Whose mess is that?"