~ 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 ~

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟟

" 𝑔𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 "

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  It felt as though hours went by, never once closing my eyes, occasionally I'd hear Finnick call my name but the others would hold me back from entering.

He needs me, or is it more of the fact that I need him.

I felt drained, the avox would try to cheer me up occasionally as he as well was mourning for his brother, of course I'd let him think he was, he was such a sweet guy after all.

There was really nothing but silence between the group, it's not that we didn't want to talk to each other, I think it was more along the lines of us trying to process the terrors we went through. But yet, we aren't close to being finished. To our end goal.

"I made it up." Katniss voice rings out. She was glassy eyed and wouldn't make eye contact with anyone.

"All of it. There is no special mission from coin. Only my plan." She calls out. I could hear the hurt in her voice, the pain. She was only a child still and yet she's gone through as much as we have.

We all knew though, the plan was never from coin.

"Everyone that's dead is dead because of me." She softly speaks as she makes eye contact with me.

I don't look away from her. I keep my contact, "I know, we all knew." I reply back, we all knew the risks of this mission.

Katniss begins to speak just to be interrupted, "do you really believe Jackson thought you had orders from coin?" The blonde woman spoke up.

"I never meant for this to happen." Katniss speaks out.

Peeta who has been silent since the moment we got here began to speak, "wiress, clove, rue," he spoke to Katniss as he turns his head to me, "Clement, Evan, Glenda. What do those deaths mean. They mean that those lives were never ours. There was no real life. Because we didn't have any choice. Our lives belong to one person and one person only."

"Snow" I finish his sentence as he nods in my direction. "If we kill him Katniss. If we end all of this. All those deaths, they'll mean something."

"Cinna, bogs, castor, Jackson...Gage." Peeta speaks up. "We chose this. We chose you."

My mind was filled with many thought, Peeta wasn't wrong. We put our lives on the line for something bigger Than ourselves, our future, everyone else's future.

I place my hand upon my stomach, the baby, the baby may never see their biological father but they will know about Gage, and Finnick, he'd treat the child as his own.

I glance over at Katniss who watches over Peeta, she loves him, it's not doubt about that. But does she know herself.