There isn’t a word in the entire world’s vocabulary to describe how bored she is. Every passing second, Every moment, Everyday the boredom her poor heart is forced to endure just GROWS, GROWS AND GROWS. So much so that even that has already been incorporated into her magnificent brain. Truly, the ultimate perfect human she is. 17 years really does benefit her analytical skills ( no matter how much it bores her as well. ), especially when surrounded by so many people. Break em’ all down and you arrive at the same line of predictable actions. The only thing of interest, the only sliver of HOPE that makes her heart dance and goes BA-DAM !! BA-DAM !! BADAAM !! is despair. / the great unknown and unpredictable sewn into the ‘norm’. The only feeling that can even come close to shaking the heart of a goddess. RAW AND PURE DESPAIR. So, it’s only normal for her to ‘want’ to share this feeling with the people most precious to her. Her dear classmates and friends. ❝ Well, this turn of events certainly is . . . something, ain’t it? ❞ already used to the scenery blue orbs wander around to the faces of her dear grief-stricken classmates; That’s much more ‘heartwarming’ that the scenes of buildings burning to the ground anyway --- ah, the despair they feel.
❝ is this truly what we worked for? Giving up breathable air, for the sake of an uncertain future, where the probability of our survival is possibly less than 12 %, now that the killing games are finally Over, wouldn’t it be smart for us to just stay in here ------ WITH OUR DEAR FRIENDS WHO HELPED US STOP ALL THIS? ❞ She’s gaging at how certain she is about a hope speech coming on. /// @lepuretta . Sc.
