Fuck. ((She laughs a little quietly, kicking at the white dress on the floor. It's the one Snow had her dress up in, when they'd caked makeup over her bruises, fixed a wig over her head, and had her sit still while they took pictures of her as a glorious Victor.
Even here, where she's beginning to become sure he has no influence, he's still following her.)) So I'll have to clean this up, then.
Later. I'm... tired. ((She doesn't like saying it out loud. She hasn't really felt tired outside of the Games in a long while.)) That's such a weird thing to have to say.
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Even here, where she's beginning to become sure he has no influence, he's still following her.)) So I'll have to clean this up, then.
Later. I'm... tired. ((She doesn't like saying it out loud. She hasn't really felt tired outside of the Games in a long while.)) That's such a weird thing to have to say.