the arena is quiet , he hates it. the silence. the way it echoes and stretches across the forest like some sort of chaotic evil force coming for them in the night. maybe it's why he refuses to sleep , insisting that the reason is that he's keeping watch , while in all reality , his brain is spiraling in over drive... he's sure she's seen it. as much as he likes the pair from one , it's easy enough to fool them into basking in his greatness. but clove is different. it's as if she can read right through him. maybe because she can , being from two. on the bright side , she's at least pretended to go with the plan for now... which he appreciates. no he's a little more worried about that girl from twelve. what kind of bullshit that she scored higher than him on the entrance examination and now... he's sure she is somewhere still alive --- there were plenty of canons today , but he didn't see her not after the initial bloodbath and then that tree... , which means she was likely not amongst the dead. eyes trained up on the sky as if praying that he sees her face. if he has one weakness....
a large size when someone has a ranged weapon is certainly not an ideal place to be. he ears the shift and doesn't even have to turn to know. he wonders if his racing thoughts have somehow managed to wake her... is he breathing too hard ? is he somehow subconsciously making nose without realizing ? . « they still sleeping ? we should probably find somewhere to actually make camp. » the unsaid words are loud ( i don't feel safe exposed like this ).
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