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Dolores fisted her muted red dress between her delicate fingers as the sound of a church bell tolled in the distance, the entire District began to depart the District Square, to return to their homes or their jobs before the 'celebration' in the District Square this evening- a celebration to celebrate the murderer of Daniella.

It felt like years since Daniella had come home in a coffin. Millenia since Daniella's canon had fired. Centuries since the day she left home for the Capitol. Yet all this time had passed and Dolores still felt heavy, her heart failed to beat like it used to and each passing day was even more difficult than the last- two Rasoio's had passed now and she could not help but wonder if any of them were next?

The cousins mingle in the crowd, they are quick to get away from the prying eyes of the Peacekeeprs. The square was swarming with them- and Dolores was quick to lose sight of her brothers and sisters, even those who waited on the stage during the speech had quickly left- now Dolores was sat on the steps alone, head cast down as she listened and waited. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her dress, pulling at a loose thread.

There were words she needed to say to Jacinta- to lift the weight she had on her chest.