empty grave | [JB|Ems]
Jun 2, 2019 13:40:51 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Jun 2, 2019 13:40:51 GMT -5
Kassandra Nerys
There's a single window set into the wall of the room with lace curtains pulled over the frame. She pushes the lace aside and finds the sill nailed shut. Can't have any children running off. Kassandra can't imagine why anyone would try it. A single teenage could be tracked down quickly by an entire force of Peacekeepers and shoved onto the train to the Capitol.
Seemed idiotic to try.
The door swung open again and Kassandra turned to see who had visited. She paused for a moment, not recognizing the young man before her memory clicked into place and it was obvious.
Faux.
Kassandra held her breath. She'd watched him die on television and now he was back. Breathing, moving. Alive.
She moved across the thick carpets until she was right in front of him. She lifted a hand, pressing her fingers against his cheeks. He was warm. She expected the coldness of death, but he wasn't dead. Faux was alive.
Death is only a change.
Her large brown eyes peered up into his face, searching.
"Which was worse?" Kassandra didn't other with manners. Most children were taught not to touch a stranger and then ask about the darkest part of their life. Then again, no one had taught her any better. "The dying or the coming back?"
