You reap what you sow.
In the midst of chaos, Finnick looks at the girl, her midnight hair tha haunted his fantasies
"In this game of survival, you're the most unpredictable wildcard I've ever met sugar"
The girl smirked at him a twinkle lighting up...
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"It's okay to not know"
Illyana head tiled quizzically at his statement.
His voice was gentle but firm as he continued, "Listen, Illyana, all this, everything-it's so broken sometimes that it's overwhelming. There are too many thoughts, too many emotions to truly understand any single one. You don't have to have the right answer all the time." ultimately he was hoping to ease the burden she carried.
Illyana's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as if she had been slapped by the revelation.
She didn't have to be right all the time? She didn't have to hold it together until she burst?
She sank to the ground, the white nightgown she wore spreading around her like a fallen angel's wings.
Her breathing became calmer, more organized. "I ruined everything," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "Xander, Morella-they were hurt... died, because of me."
"Illyana" Finnick voice was no longer gentle. "They got hurt, you got hurt because of them"
He pointed back at the tall skyscraper. The capitol in it's full gory glory. Snows little puppet show.
Finnick's words cut through the haze of Illyana's thoughts, bringing a stark clarity to the situation. She looked up at him, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of confusion and understanding.
"They got hurt, you got hurt because of them," he repeated, his voice firm and unyielding.
Illyana brain felt as if a balm had been smoothed over a gaping wound. Bringing silence, clarity and icy cold will.She felt as though she could finally breathe, the suffocating weight of her emotions easing just enough to let in a sliver of rational thought. "Did Morella's body make it back?" she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.
Finnick nodded. "It's already back at District 5."
The adrenaline that had kept Illyana upright began to fade, leaving a bone-deep weariness in its wake. The pain from her split lip and throbbing head reasserted itself, sharp and stinging.She reached up to touch her lip, wincing as her fingers brushed against the tender skin.
Finnick watched her with a mix of concern and admiration. There was something about Illyana, a fierce resilience that drew him in, even as it broke his heart to see her in pain. "We really should get that lip looked at," he suggested, his voice gentle yet insistent.
Illyana shook her head, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I'm not going in," she declared, her tone firm and Tugging the blanket further around herself.
The air which had been warm and humid started to smell different. A refreshing coldness that smelt of something that Illyana couldn't describe.
