Sweet Sign of Relief :: [Calliope + Krypt]

It seems like laughing is the typical thing to do, and yet she wasn't laughing. Her words were more mocking, and my head drops with the weight of the world. It suffocates me, drags me under, and yet somehow I manage to find the ground because her next statement and question is enough to simply brighten my day.

What is everyone doing wrong?

A simple question bounces through my mind over and over. So many things have gone wrong. Watching young children die on abandon streets simply because the orphanages aren't worth living at - the adults don't care for the kids like they say they do. Witnessing they're ribs slowly protrude through their skin because there's not enough food to go around.

But where to even begin?

"I want them to have food, and to fill the love they deserve. To have a nice blanket or clothes to wrap around them instead of rags. The kids I've seen walking through the streets have stories of escaping terrible orphanages they were placed in. They're so hungry, so starved, their ribs are very visible. I know everyone has hard lives. For such a nice district, with such amazing jobs, many of the children are causally left behind." I pause long enough knowing it's probably not good enough of a cause, but if I can get her to listen, maybe, just maybe they'll stand a fighting chance. "These children may not be our future, but without them" dare I say it? "the Capitol won't have their precious games."

It's more of a hopeful thinking because I hate the games and want them gone from the world, but I know that isn't possible.