Let the Human In • F Odair³ •

Let the Human In

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Fire is catching. The Mockingjay lives. The revolution has come to Panem, with promises of change to come. It's what Athena Maris has always wanted, and yet she is away from all of it, trapped as a prisoner in the Capitol, ignorant to the outside world except for the little skewed information she's allowed to have and unaware of the status of her loved ones. She's tortured for information, punished for her crimes against the Capitol, and used as a weapon against the rebel cause - and more specifically, against Finnick Odair, who's with the rebels in District Thirteen, torn apart over what could be happening to Athena and others he cares about. Still reeling from the events of the Quarter Quell, thrown into a country at war, and coming to the realization that even the leaders of the rebel cause in Thirteen aren't what they expected, both Athena and Finnick are both forced to pick themselves from the ground up, grapple with the experiences and actions they had both spent so long trying to forget, and forge a new path for themselves, the ones closest to them, and all of Panem. It takes ten times longer to put yourself back together again than it does to fall apart. The time for it is now.

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"If I had a thousand years, a thousand years of sighs, a thousand years of tears, they would not make an end to all my love for you." - Jean Ingelow

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾,
𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐,
𝖶𝗁𝗈, 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾,
𝖴𝗇𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐:

𝓥𝓞𝓛. 𝓞𝓝𝓔 - 𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆
❝𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓❞
( 𝑪𝑯. 𝑰 𝒕𝒐 𝑽𝑰𝑰 )

They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.

𝓥𝓞𝓛. 𝓣𝓦𝓞 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆
❝𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒅❞
( 𝑪𝑯. 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰 𝒕𝒐 𝑿𝑽𝑰𝑰 )

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 t𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍
𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾,
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍,
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒:

𝓥𝓞𝓛. 𝓣𝓗𝓡𝓔𝓔 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒓
❝𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔❞
( 𝑪𝑯. 𝑿𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰 𝒕𝒐 𝑿𝑿𝑿 )

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌;
𝖫𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌.

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