we shall go together

There was only really dialogue at the beginning of the trailer, and they didn't have captions for the Japanese version, so I listened and transcribed it myself. Instead of breaking it down by each line, I'm just going to include it all together:

JP この世界の構造はとても複雑で　私たちが定義する光と闇を具現化したものを　存在しなかった

でも　それを定義するものが　この世界に来たことで　この世界にも　私たちの定義する闇が現れた

EN The structure of this world is incredibly complex. At first, there were no manifestations of what we know as light and darkness. But our arrival here brought these concepts with us—the darkness given physical form only after we defined it.

TR The construction/makeup/framework/organization/pattern/structure of this world is very complex/complicated/intricate. The embodiment/realization/materialization of light and darkness that we define didn’t exist. But, by that thing that defines it coming to this world, in this world too, the darkness that we define appeared/became visible/became embodied/materialized.

Notes: At first I thought Strelitzia was the character saying these lines, but then I saw people discussing it and wondering if it might actually be Ava. There is a character shown wearing a black coat while these lines are being spoken, and the silhouette very much looks like a girl or woman:

In all the other footage we've seen of Strelitzia, she has been wearing her normal outfit, so I agree this could be someone else. I went back to the first KH4 trailer where Strelitzia is confirmed to be speaking, and her voice does sound higher pitched and “cutesier” to me for lack of a better description than the person speaking here, and when I watched a little bit of Back Cover in Japanese, I did think Ava’s voice matched the the person speaking here a little better, but I’d have to listen multiple times to really make up my mind.

Anyway, continuing on.

The Japanese word translated as “structure” in the official English version, kōzō, can also be translated as “construction, makeup, framework, organization, pattern.” Screenshot is from the app imiwa?

I thought this was interesting because one of Sora’s new abilities, Build, is related to, well, building and constructing things. And I thought the wording for this sentence was really interesting in both languages as well, because to me it kinda sounds like Quadratum is artificially constructed by an outside force? I mean we don't go around talking about the “structure” of our world. So this perhaps ties into the Unreality concept, and it makes me wonder who or what created Quadratum if I'm right about this.

A word that repeats several times in this dialogue is tēgi, “definition,” and the speaker continually uses this word to emphasize that the people who came from the main Kingdom Hearts universe (I presume that's who she means, anyway) define the light and darkness and brought this darkness into being in Quadratum. In the official English version, this single word and its verb are translated as “what we know,” “these concepts,” and “defined.” I just always think back to that Shakespeare quote from Hamlet that showed up in the Versus 13 trailer, “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” It sounds like thoughts are powerful enough to create things in Quadratum, at least from the outsiders coming from the main KH universe. It also reminds me of that island in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader where your nightmares come true. Your mind makes it real and all that Matrix references yay.

I also wonder if both the denizens of Quadratum and the outsiders believe it's the outsiders’ responsibility to fix this if Quadratum was peaceful before, and I wonder who the first person from the main KH universe was who was sent to Quadratum. Probably the Master of Masters…

I see black feathers and instantly think Sephiroth?? Lol. But I think this is the Master of Masters.

Another important word in the dialogue is gugenka, or “embodiment, realization, materialization” according to imiwa? I also found a Japanese source that talked about the meaning and usage of the word, and they define it as “giving concrete, tangible form to ideas/concepts/thoughts or ideals.” So, darkness becoming concrete in Quadratum. Now, one of the kanji in gugenka, 現, also appears at the very end of the dialogue in the word awareta. Awareta is the past tense of awareru, which means “to appear, to come in sight, to become visible, to come out, to embody, to materialize.” So these words are conceptually linked in Japanese, and the official English version translates them as “manifestation” and “physical form.”

That about covers the linguistic nerdery lol. Time to cover some other details I noticed:

I'm pretty sure the person (presumably a girl) in this image is perched on top of the 104 building above the Scramble Crossing.

The Darksides look freakier than ever, I mean this would be horrifying to run across in real life lol.

Also, Sora’s combat in this first battle is giving me serious Spider-Man vibes:

He’s got a watch now!

This screenshot just looked really cool:

POV: You're a Heartless, and you're about to get your ass handed to you by a very angry 16 year-old who can move ridiculously fast:

Also, I lied, I have one last bit of linguistic nerdery: is that the writing system for Quadratum in that ad in the background? 👀

Continuing on. Sora: gets thrown through a window, manages to turn it into a handspring and land on his feet. Also, the Spider-Man vibes continue:

Strelitzia looks downright stunning, seriously she has never looked so gorgeous, and other people are speculating and I would agree that this is Sigurd, looking very out of place in the modern setting and also like a pompous ass lol:

I think this is a Dark Road character based on the buzz I've been seeing on Twitter, probably Vali, and then Luxord:

More footage of Donald and Goofy running into Hades lol:

And then Young Xehanort offering Sora a broken umbrella:

My friends and I were joking about how that conversation might've gone if Sora was in full sass mode:

Sora: I must be in hell after all, since you're here. That's the cheapest umbrella I’ve ever seen, and it's broken. Xehanort: It's the thought that counts, Sora. (heheh geddit because thoughts become real in Quadratum heh—I'll see myself out now)

Anyway, moving on. Sora’s flexibility in these screenshots is sending me. Also, a new Keyblade? Moana world confirmed? Lilo and Stitch world? Elemental?

Sora’s shoes are glowing yellow here, I'm guessing this is some kind of form change:

The guy screaming in the background is sending me. He's just like me fr. Also, once again, Sora runs towards the danger to protect other people, he's such a good person. A hero, if you will:

This part also gave me Spider-Man vibes. Also, I noticed they are still not letting Sora talk. He's using battle grunts etc., but we still haven't heard a single word of dialogue from him for this game. Interesting…

The English trailer is here.

Were those tears for her?

He gently led her away from prying eyes and to her dressing room to where they could at least pretend to have some privacy. The door clicked shut behind him, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her so close it took her breath away.

Strange, how a few tears and a hug could completely shift her perspective. It struck her that Finnick must’ve watched Barry die, too. That he’d lived through his own games. Maybe he knew a little of the hell she was living through. Maybe she wasn’t so alone.

Maybe…maybe she'd misjudged him. He was a year older than her and popular with the ladies…and the gentlemen of Panem. She figured he was another shallow playboy banking on his good looks and breaking hearts left and right.

But he’d been good to her during her games. He’d kept her alive. Sent her gifts. She remembered one in particular after Barry had died. A bowl of Cioppino seafood stew from home, made with crabs, clams, shrimp, scallops, and mussels. The rich tomato and wine sauce and hunk of piping hot sourdough bread had lifted her spirits a little and lingered on her tongue. That simple act of kindness had kept her from killing herself, had encouraged her onwards long enough to live, to win.

And now Finnick was holding her close, grounding her and keeping her in the present. She put her arms around him too and forced herself to take deep breaths to match his, to stay here with him.

He had a pleasant scent. Saltwater and sea breezes. She felt safe with him.

She felt him melt in her embrace. Funny, that she of all people could have that effect on anyone, let alone him. But she decided not to question it and just let the moment carry her away, like she was a piece of driftwood floating on the ocean.

“Whatever you saw wasn’t real, Annie,” Finnick said softly. “It happened in the past. It’s over now.”

She nodded and leaned against his shoulder. “I know that, in my head. I know everyone thinks I'm crazy, but I’m…I’m not as crazy as I seem. But then something happens, and it’s like I’m somewhere else.”

He pulled away a little and searched her face. “We’ll play a game, then. Real or not real. Anytime you aren’t sure if what you're seeing is real or not, you can ask me.”

She nodded again. “Thank you, Finnick. That’s very kind. I know I'm not…the easiest person to be around, what with all my flashbacks and outbursts and laughing fits, so it means a lot that you would—”

“Annie,” he said softly, tenderly tucking a stray tendril behind her ear, and her mouth went dry and her heart raced and—

A knock sounded on the door, and a moment later, Mags hobbled in. She took one look at the two of them and shot Finnick a warning look.

The change in Finnick was instantaneous. He plastered on a mask of an expression, cool and charming and suave. “Glad you’re feeling better, Annie. Just keep doing those bilateral stimulation techniques and deep breathing exercises like I showed you, and you’ll be feeling back to normal in no time. Heck, you might even be able to finish tonight’s interview. Whaddya say, sweetheart?”

Annie nodded, but she felt strangely…hurt as her hair and makeup team buzzed around her to touch her up and make her presentable for public consumption again. She wanted to ask Finnick if this was real or not. It didn't feel real.

But then she thought better of it. People never masked for no reason. They only masked when they had something desperate and vulnerable they wanted to hide. Something they couldn't bear to have hurt or broken. The least she could do was let him keep his mask on.

She wasn’t nearly as good at hiding her emotions. Her hair stylist Leo tugged too hard on the tangles in her hair with his comb, and she made a pained noise. He rolled his eyes and snapped at her, but to her surprise, anger blazed in Finnick’s eyes. He cranked up the charm and calmly told Leo not to speak to her that way, and Leo apologized. He actually apologized, and Annie had her second shocking realization of the night, like a bolt of lightning striking the sea.

Finnick had secrets of his own. He had a vulnerability. The playboy might be a player, though she was beginning to question that narrative, too, and either way, he certainly still had a heart.

She thought of the tears in his eyes, of how he’d reacted to her returning his hug, of the tender way he’d said her name, of him sticking up for her just now.

Crazy Annie Cresta was his vulnerability.

The revelation startled her, made her heart stop and head swim in flurries and eddies.

Why me? You should have chosen someone else. You could have anyone you want. I'm just a broken husk of a person, a shell of my former self. I’m too difficult to love. Loving me would be signing yourself up for a lifetime of pain.

And yet, when she met his eyes in the mirror, she knew he did. She didn’t have to ask him real or not real to know the truth.

She sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do as her team put the finishing touches on her appearance. This was so sudden and unexpected and yet had been creeping up on her for a long time.

Finnick Odair was in love with her. She wondered when it had happened. During her games? Sometime afterwards? Or had it snuck up on him, too, and ambushed him out of the blue?

If nothing else, she would keep his secret for him. Yes, this had to be kept secret. The Capitol might use it against them otherwise. Maybe that was what Mag’s warning look had been about. She was trying to keep them both safe.

As safe as they could be in this hellish existence, anyway.

Annie would pretend she didn’t know, for his sake. She’d get good at pretending—she lived in a pretend world as it was, after all. The rest…including whatever it was she might be feeling…she’d figure out later.

It was her turn to mask. The sooner she got this interview over with, the sooner the Capitol might give her some peace and quiet, finally. She plastered on a smile and stood. “I’m ready,” she said to her team, to Mags, to Finnick, and returned to the stage and Caeser Flickerman with a confidence she didn't quite understand.

Perhaps Finnick’s secret was starting to work its magic.

She was too broken and difficult to love, yes, and yet someone loved her anyway. The Capitol could take her sanity, her friends, even her life, but it could never take Finnick’s love away from her.

And with that thought, she could face another night, another morning, another day.

🌊 🔱 🥣

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This story is dedicated to my friend @scoobysnack1107, whose birthday is today. Happy birthday, Liv 🥳 🎉 🎂 Thank you so much for all the wonderful years of friendship and great memories ❤️

I first read the original Hunger Games trilogy back in high school at the urging of my sister and loved it then, same with seeing the movies when they came out. And with Sunrise on the Reaping coming out this year, I got back into the series and read Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and then SOTR. It’s been great to revisit this series, and since Liv loves Odesta, I wanted to write a fic about the two of them for her birthday. I really like both characters and am curious about how they fell in love and how they navigated their relationship as they tried to keep it a secret.

Also, the descriptions for the Cioppino stew are from here. I wanted a stew that could feasibly live on in District 4 and might feel like comfort food for Annie after what happened to her district partner.

Were those tears for her?

He gently led her away from prying eyes and to her dressing room to where they could at least pretend to have some privacy. The door clicked shut behind him, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her so close it took her breath away.

Strange, how a few tears and a hug could completely shift her perspective. It struck her that Finnick must’ve watched Barry die, too. That he’d lived through his own games. Maybe he knew a little of the hell she was living through. Maybe she wasn’t so alone.

Maybe…maybe she'd misjudged him. He was a year older than her and popular with the ladies…and the gentlemen of Panem. She figured he was another shallow playboy banking on his good looks and breaking hearts left and right.

But he’d been good to her during her games. He’d kept her alive. Sent her gifts. She remembered one in particular after Barry had died. A bowl of Cioppino seafood stew from home, made with crabs, clams, shrimp, scallops, and mussels. The rich tomato and wine sauce and hunk of piping hot sourdough bread had lifted her spirits a little and lingered on her tongue. That simple act of kindness had kept her from killing herself, had encouraged her onwards long enough to live, to win.

And now Finnick was holding her close, grounding her and keeping her in the present. She put her arms around him too and forced herself to take deep breaths to match his, to stay here with him.

He had a pleasant scent. Saltwater and sea breezes. She felt safe with him.

She felt him melt in her embrace. Funny, that she of all people could have that effect on anyone, let alone him. But she decided not to question it and just let the moment carry her away, like she was a piece of driftwood floating on the ocean.

“Whatever you saw wasn’t real, Annie,” Finnick said softly. “It happened in the past. It’s over now.”

She nodded and leaned against his shoulder. “I know that, in my head. I know everyone thinks I'm crazy, but I’m…I’m not as crazy as I seem. But then something happens, and it’s like I’m somewhere else.”

He pulled away a little and searched her face. “We’ll play a game, then. Real or not real. Anytime you aren’t sure if what you're seeing is real or not, you can ask me.”

She nodded again. “Thank you, Finnick. That’s very kind. I know I'm not…the easiest person to be around, what with all my flashbacks and outbursts and laughing fits, so it means a lot that you would—”

“Annie,” he said softly, tenderly tucking a stray tendril behind her ear, and her mouth went dry and her heart raced and—

A knock sounded on the door, and a moment later, Mags hobbled in. She took one look at the two of them and shot Finnick a warning look.

The change in Finnick was instantaneous. He plastered on a mask of an expression, cool and charming and suave. “Glad you’re feeling better, Annie. Just keep doing those bilateral stimulation techniques and deep breathing exercises like I showed you, and you’ll be feeling back to normal in no time. Heck, you might even be able to finish tonight’s interview. Whaddya say, sweetheart?”

Annie nodded, but she felt strangely…hurt as her hair and makeup team buzzed around her to touch her up and make her presentable for public consumption again. She wanted to ask Finnick if this was real or not. It didn't feel real.

But then she thought better of it. People never masked for no reason. They only masked when they had something desperate and vulnerable they wanted to hide. Something they couldn't bear to have hurt or broken. The least she could do was let him keep his mask on.

She wasn’t nearly as good at hiding her emotions. Her hair stylist Leo tugged too hard on the tangles in her hair with his comb, and she made a pained noise. He rolled his eyes and snapped at her, but to her surprise, anger blazed in Finnick’s eyes. He cranked up the charm and calmly told Leo not to speak to her that way, and Leo apologized. He actually apologized, and Annie had her second shocking realization of the night, like a bolt of lightning striking the sea.

Finnick had secrets of his own. He had a vulnerability. The playboy might be a player, though she was beginning to question that narrative, too, and either way, he certainly still had a heart.

She thought of the tears in his eyes, of how he’d reacted to her returning his hug, of the tender way he’d said her name, of him sticking up for her just now.

Crazy Annie Cresta was his vulnerability.

The revelation startled her, made her heart stop and head swim in flurries and eddies.

Why me? You should have chosen someone else. You could have anyone you want. I'm just a broken husk of a person, a shell of my former self. I’m too difficult to love. Loving me would be signing yourself up for a lifetime of pain.

And yet, when she met his eyes in the mirror, she knew he did. She didn’t have to ask him real or not real to know the truth.

She sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do as her team put the finishing touches on her appearance. This was so sudden and unexpected and yet had been creeping up on her for a long time.

Finnick Odair was in love with her. She wondered when it had happened. During her games? Sometime afterwards? Or had it snuck up on him, too, and ambushed him out of the blue?

If nothing else, she would keep his secret for him. Yes, this had to be kept secret. The Capitol might use it against them otherwise. Maybe that was what Mag’s warning look had been about. She was trying to keep them both safe.

As safe as they could be in this hellish existence, anyway.

Annie would pretend she didn’t know, for his sake. She’d get good at pretending—she lived in a pretend world as it was, after all. The rest…including whatever it was she might be feeling…she’d figure out later.

It was her turn to mask. The sooner she got this interview over with, the sooner the Capitol might give her some peace and quiet, finally. She plastered on a smile and stood. “I’m ready,” she said to her team, to Mags, to Finnick, and returned to the stage and Caeser Flickerman with a confidence she didn't quite understand.

Perhaps Finnick’s secret was starting to work its magic.

She was too broken and difficult to love, yes, and yet someone loved her anyway. The Capitol could take her sanity, her friends, even her life, but it could never take Finnick’s love away from her.

And with that thought, she could face another night, another morning, another day.

🌊 🔱 🥣

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This story is dedicated to my friend @scoobysnack1107, whose birthday is today. Happy birthday, Liv 🥳 🎉 🎂 Thank you so much for all the wonderful years of friendship and great memories ❤️

I first read the original Hunger Games trilogy back in high school at the urging of my sister and loved it then, same with seeing the movies when they came out. And with Sunrise on the Reaping coming out this year, I got back into the series and read Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and then SOTR. It’s been great to revisit this series, and since Liv loves Odesta, I wanted to write a fic about the two of them for her birthday. I really like both characters and am curious about how they fell in love and how they navigated their relationship as they tried to keep it a secret.

Also, the descriptions for the Cioppino stew are from here. I wanted a stew that could feasibly live on in District 4 and might feel like comfort food for Annie after what happened to her district partner.