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THERE WAS A MUTUAL HATRED BETWEEN DR. VOLUMNIA GAUL AND ARAUCARIA FINCH. Well, Dr. Gaul hated Euterpe Finch— she hated his creations, aimed at helping those in the poorer parts of the country rather than improving the Capitol. She hated all his creations, including his daughter; she, like death, did not discriminate between innocent and deserving.
Cari's hatred was much more simple.
Dr. Gaul is a cruel bitch, she cursed mentally as the woman stitched her up. The gamemaker applied extra pressure when it was not needed, shook her head and pulled out a stitch to redo it just to watch Cari squirm.
Coriolanus watched from a distance, his own wound the next priority. When Sejanus' parents had shown up, he and Cari were ushered back into the vehicle in which they arrived. They sat in silence, Coriolanus dealing with the murder he committed.
Cari felt stupid, herself blushing to herself about the kiss Treech had placed on her forehead. She wondered if it was simply the odd situation they were in, both their emotions all over the boards. Perhaps if they met outside the games, Treech wouldn't look twice at her.
She would still admire him.
And what of Mizzen? She was rather fond of the young boy, not just because to him she was a god, but there was a naïveté in him that begged to be protected.
"You can wish him to survive without wanting the others to die, even if that is what him living means," her fathers words came back to her. She had accepted the advice, only now there were two tributes she wanted out.
The pain of the Gaul's stitches was second to the thought of losing one of them.
"All set, Finch." Gaul made a show of patting her leg. Cari bit back a scream. "Best get going, wouldn't want your father worrying now would we?"
Cari met the woman's eyes with her own, a million insults running through her mind. "Of course not."
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Cari hid her cut under her uniform. Only the slight limp she moved with hinted towards her injury. Thankfully, her role as a mentor meant lots of sitting.
"Now, while most of you were getting your beauty sleep last night, something scintillating occurred." Lucky gestured to the large screen. The body of Bobbin was shown, laid in front of the turnstiles just as they had left him. "Bobbin, District Eight- slaughtered." The buzzer sounded.
Cari settled herself next to Pup as Lucky went on describing whoever killed Bobbin as a beast. She had doubted he would still use that word if it were revealed to have been a Capitol citizen.
"Festus," Lucky called over to the boy, who was locked in conversation with the murderous mentor. "Sit down, same seats."
The camera panned to Lucy Gray as Festus sat down. The girl's eyes were puffy and red, Jessup's death keeping her up. She was emerging from the tunnels, no doubt hungry and thirsty.
