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Surya was so deep in her own mind and heart she was visibly taken aback by Moxieâs response. She hadnât really thought much about any other people involved in this, but Lysander hadnât been the only one there. It only made her single statement to the press more powerful, she imagined. âWe arenât going to know,â Surya muttered, tempted to cross her arms, but she saw the crowds gathering in the lobby. She had to watch her body language, so she clasped her hands behind her back. The dress she was wearing had a deep V at the back, exposing the smooth skin expertly mended by a Capitol doctor. No one ever really knew what happened behind closed doors and blank screens in the Capitol. âBut weâll be told soon, probably.â
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âI know,â Moxie spoke back, arms crossing to mirror Suryaâs stance. She hated the concept of Surya every being supposedly correct about anything but she was in this case; there was truly nothing they could do other than wait. Waiting made Moxie feel powerless, like most other things in Panem. âI â just feel â I feel awful,â Moxie admitted, feeling as if she were in any way to blame.















