#hawethorne

039: On Rory’s eighteenth birthday, he moved back to 12. On the insistence of his older brother, he stayed with his family in 2. But he loathed it there. After the Revolution, it had become the hub of the new government’s military, only admin remained in 13. It was a mining district no longer. It had the same warmth that 13 had back when he lived underground. Meaning none at all. He missed 12 desperately. He hated that no one talked even about 12, he free there, more so than after the Revolution. Being the little brother of the ever rising Gale Hawthorne, who had received an officer ship shortly at the end of the war, he always had someone to keep an eye on him. But no one bothered to talk about home. His mother was never around, she had become a secretary for some commander, Vick had pushed it back in his mind, being in the center of everything of the new country surpassed anything 12 had been, Posy seemed to all but completely forgotten that they had lived somewhere else, and Gale? He’d been a stone on that subject since he read a report that command had sent Katniss to retire in 12 along with Peeta Mellark. Rory seemed to be the only one to miss it. When he returned, he became a builder; he had a knack for shaping things into something useful. Katniss Everdeen never seemed to recognize him with his newly bearded face and lighter complexion. He kept it that way; he didn’t want to bring up old scars. When the Mellark children were born, he fastened small bows that were easier for children to use and left them on their porch with only a note: “So that your children may always eat as well as I had.” Rory had the pleasure of eating the daughter’s first squirrel.