❝ it is sometimes an
appropriate response to
reality to go insane ❞
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In which an innocent girl finds herself
trapped in an arena with monsters and
her only hope is to claw her way out.
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𝔅efore we got to the Capitol, Cato and I have one more night of calm. Both of us are trying to draft the most elaborate proposal that we can think of that will make the Capitol audience cry and it's providing more amusement than we had previously thought.
"Alright, what about, my heart years to be in your presence, I do not think I can breathe without you here." I suggest as Cato breaks out into laughter. "What, do you not feel as though you can say that when you go down on one knee in front of the cameras?"
"I'll be sick. I have a reputation to uphold and this does not help." He chuckles. We're trying to find the amusement in all of this before we get to the Capitol, where everything is made ten times worse. "How about, Mitzi, your eyes put even the stars to shame and I knew that from the moment I saw you on that rooftop!"
That sets both of us into another round of laughter, as I let my head flop back onto the pillow.
"You didn't say no."
"I will start laughing hysterically on that stage." I pointed out. "I need to cry, Cato. I've got to make myself cry, get the sympathy vote and all."
"I'll sleep on it." I can feel his bodyweight moving up as he slumps down next to me. "Are you nervous?"
"For the Capitol?" He hums. "I guess. Not nervous, just anxious. I'm worried about what Snow is going to say."
"What can he say? We've been good and with this, maybe this will make him see that we're trying, convince the districts and all." Cato pointed out.
"Thank goodness that you have your mother's ring, otherwise, can you imagine the rock that I'd be wearing if you proposed without it. My arm would be so strong, having to lift my hand up all the time." He chuckles again, before both of us fall silent. Ahead of us is a daunting task. We have to perform in the Capitol to the best of our ability, try not to succumb to our thoughts too much and then return back to our home to prepare to mentor the children chosen for the Quarter Quell, which was terrifying enough on its own.
Cato's hands find mine and he's holding onto them gently, as I squeeze. This is our last moment of peace, and laughter, for a few days, and that thought alone is terrifying. A squeeze back reminds me that I'm not alone, I have Cato. I dread to think what some of the other tributes have to go through doing this on their own.
