Day After the Tea Party, Roof (@favathornewood)
Their suite doesn’t feel safe anymore, but there’s always the roof. The wind, taking away their words before they can be overheard. Keeping them safe.
The roof makes them think of their Games, just last year. Being up here with Fava, talking without fear of being overheard, feeling like they were truly seeing each other for the first time. They’d felt desperate for it, then: something real for them to hold onto, take with them into the Games. One last good memory.
They’re still here, though, and it still feels just as necessary. That Fava sees them, and they see her.
Hudson has been put in front of the Capitol cameras so many times since their first Tribute interview a year ago. Each time, they’ve played the part: Tribute, Victor, Lover. But this time it’s different: it’s not for them, and it’s not that will be pay the price if they mess up. It’s Wren and Gage.
But, just as they did last year, they feel so small when faced with the Capitol. Like nothing they say or do can change what’s to come. But they still tried then—made a confession to Caesar Flickerman that Fava hadn’t known about, that had made her so angry at the time—and they’re not giving up now.
Only this time, they’re not alone.
“We should make a plan for the interviews.” They say, knowing that Fava must be thinking the same thing. Remembering, too. With a poor attempt at a smile in the face of what’s to come, they add: “I promise there won’t be any surprises this time—at least, not from me.”
