The wine is barely palpable, but she keeps swallowing it down in gulps like it's water. Cashmere has to look away as he talks. She's suddenly struck by the unreasonable and unlikely idea that she will spend three hundreds years without her own brother and it feels painfully lonely. She didn't know that he'd lost his brother - or that he'd had one at all. She doesn't know what to say to that. She can bare
"I died. And that's it." She assumes, anyway. She doesn't remember anything after the initial shock of the ax. She can imagine it though. She would have fallen and they would have fired a canon to make her dead. "I finished tenth. Do you think my parents are proud?" It was a bad showing, really. Two career victors and they hadn't even cracked the top eight. Cashmere wonders if it was worse for them to lose their children or to be the parents of losers.
Cashmere holds out her hand expectantly to take the wine. She needs another cup of it.
"Johanna told me she killed me the first day I got here." Actually dying is more upsetting than she thought it would be. It feels strange to be in the hotel - alive as far as she can tell - when she knows that she's supposed to be dead. Why doesn't Gloss get the same?
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"I died. And that's it." She assumes, anyway. She doesn't remember anything after the initial shock of the ax. She can imagine it though. She would have fallen and they would have fired a canon to make her dead. "I finished tenth. Do you think my parents are proud?" It was a bad showing, really. Two career victors and they hadn't even cracked the top eight. Cashmere wonders if it was worse for them to lose their children or to be the parents of losers.
Cashmere holds out her hand expectantly to take the wine. She needs another cup of it.
"Johanna told me she killed me the first day I got here." Actually dying is more upsetting than she thought it would be. It feels strange to be in the hotel - alive as far as she can tell - when she knows that she's supposed to be dead. Why doesn't Gloss get the same?