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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 her reuniting with her sister whilst Chiara would rather walk through hell than admit Chris' death was hard on her. Everything was different. The new Victor felt hollow, perhaps it was the lack of sleep her mind was getting, or the lack of food she couldn't bring herself to consume.
She had no idea how long she had been sitting, knees pulled up to her chest in the lounge area of the train, staring out of the train whilst the table was filled with various meals. Perhaps, a bit of sleep would bring the sharpness back to her eyes. But the faces of the dead people rushed into her worst nightmares, she could feel stabs of knives on her skin, and she could hear Chris' cries. They seemed to have imprinted on her soul.
Just last night, she woke up screaming from dreaming as Chiara rushed in, pulling her into her arms as the girl lay there for hours in her chest.
She felt the little meaning of life left slipping away beyond her reach. Realistically, the depressing atmosphere felt like a shame for Anfisa.
"You're a lucky one, Scarlet, not everyone can win with a pretty face!" Anfisa cheered, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. Chiara shot her a look littered with shock.
"Lucky? Anfisa, I killed people to win," She slammed her drink down on the table, standing up furiously. "Are you saying I should be grateful to survive this?"
Finnick stood simultaneously, pulling her down to her seat before she could approach Anfisa, the boy gestured for the woman to leave the two of them alone. Chiara followed her lead, giving an assuring nod to the blonde boy.
"Can you believe she just said that?" She scoffed, not really expecting an answer from Finnick.
The blonde inhaled sharply, and after a moment of silence, he spoke, "If this makes you feel any better, I got a whole trident just for being pretty."
He relaxed when Scarlet chuckled softly at his comment, "I—I don't get it, what do they gain from a 'good-looking' tribute winning?" At her words, Finnick felt his blood freeze and the girl didn't take a second to pick apart the knowing look he shot her, "What? You know something?"
Finnick could only beg and pray in his mind that Scarlet didn't suffer the same fate and consequences he did, perhaps the dark information will never reach the light of the girl, "No, nothing." He shook his head.
