Snow likes to think he broke them. Broke his precious little pets. Beat them into submission. Yet they were waiting. Biding their time for a spark with enough power to light the fire. Rowell had potential, but not enough. Katniss had it.
Theo is fi...
Rowell was angry, every hit she took only fuelled her anger. Every manipulation tactic only added her fury. She waited, waited for her friends to rescue her, to realise that she was alive, yet through all of her hoping nobody ever came to her rescue.
Rowell had lost her sense of time a while ago now, no clue if mouths had passed, day or even a week. The sensory deprivation of the always on florescent lights, the same buzzing of electricity, she hasn't seen real light in so long. The capital had robbed her of yet another thing she depended on, having had no interaction with anyone outside of the capital people who regularly came to visit, promising either pain or the chance at redemption, neither of which she paid any mind to, instead Rowell sat passive staring at the bars of her cell recounting her life, the events she suffered that caused her to arrive here. A mantra of sorts, the same words repeated again and again, her only method to humanise herself, to make herself feel real. "My name is Rowell Castor; my home is district 5. I was in the hunger Games, I was captured, I like the colour green, like the forest near her home, I am waiting to die."
Again and again, she muttered those words, muttered them while she was being broken again and again, mumbles them under her breath to distract herself from the others screams, from the live broadcast of the countless deaths of the victors, of the citizens of the districts.
Everything everyone did only made her angry, Peter begging for the pain to stop, as if it would make any difference. As if the capital hadn't already made their minds, hadn't already forged a perfect plan to break them apart, making them malleable and susceptible to manipulation. Rowell could only play along, in the hopes that they would announce her life, in hopes that she can send a message to the rebellion, hoping it hadn't died with Lover boy being captured.
All Rowell had left was hope and anger, it ate away at her until even her words were false, until she didn't even know who she was anymore.
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The broadcast was her opportunity, her chance to give her message, whatever it was going to be. She also knew it would likely be her last moment alive, her final chance to make amends for the horrors she had committed in her life, except Ceaser was reluctant to allow her to speak, she had after all been given strict instructions to sit still and look pretty, simply show her face to the capital to show that she was on their side, show her face to the rebels so they knew she wasn't.
The interview was boring, it was covering nothing of any real relevance in Rowell's view, that was until Ceaser finally, finally allowed her to speak.
"You had no idea?" at peter's shake of his head Ceaser finally looked at Rowell, capturing her attention for the first time since the broadcast had started. He looked alarmed by her lack of responses, usually playing the perfect Victor in interviews, normally pretending for all her life was worth that she was enjoying herself, except now she had no one left to protect that wasn't already protected or dead. Her fellow victors from five were safe, she saw to that personally. Her sister and Alec were in District 13, Her old mentor was dead, both of them having fallen victim to Snow's long list of executions. Theo was safe, the capital didn't want to hurt him, they never did, he was still useful, useful to keep Finnick in line, wherever Finnick was. So she knew that whatever she said Theo would survive.
