Fortune Favours the Brave

i’ve got glass bønes

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         ”I’m sorry.”

"It was my fault, I should be sorry. Now stop looking so miserable,"

         “I`m sorry,

"It's not your fault. You have no reason to be sorry,"

               ”That..That is not what I meant.

"Really? Cos that's what it sounded like," She sighed "My whole lifes been trouble, it's kinda hard to ignore it,"

          “I don’t have time for this.” He growled

         "Well done, Sep," She whispered, shaking her head "You've fucked it up again,"

"Practicing. They’re reaping from the existing pool of victors, and it would be dreadfully embarrassing to not be able to defend myself. D’you have a bandage?"

"And you're certain you're going back in?" She asked, taking a bandage and wrapping it around his arm "There's more than one male victor from 9, you could still be safe,"

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"Practicing for the games. Dropped my knife because my hands were shaking. Cut myself. Highly entertaining, I know."

"You're right, that is funny. So, were you just showing off or being an ass?"

"This? Well. It’s a funny story, actually."

"Oh yeah? Amuse me,"

                  “They could see you, Septima.” The rebel frowned.

                               "Why do you care anyway?" She snapped "Clearly nobody wants me here, you should've just left me in the Capitol,"