After the Bloodbath, Some Hallway Outside the Common Area (@silverostro)
Citron said the words on stage: This time, they were happy to die because of an Overgrove. And that meant, when the Bloodbath came and Gold came bearing down, that they owed it to them to not look away. But then, after the Bloodbath ends and the Tributes go their separate ways, they can’t stay there. Though putting distance between themselves and the walls of screen doesn’t do anything to make them feel any less sick.
They knew, growing up, that they didn’t know their parents. Three was always a mystery to them, something that seemed to exist only in their imagination. Their parents didn’t say anything about what brought them to Twelve, even if their resentment for their circumstances seeped into everything. Hale and Gage didn’t say anything, either. Or, at least, Gage hadn’t, right up until he was about to go into the Arena.
The questions of their youth had seemed so small, compared to everything happening in the Capitol. But now they’re all that they can think about. And they find themself drawn, almost magnetically, to Silver. To Three. “I’m sorry about Citron,” they say when they find them. It feels empty, but what else is there to say? “I didn’t—I didn’t know they knew my parents. I feel like I wasted so much time, here in the Tower. I could have—I could have talked to them sooner. I could have learned more.”
