it never paid to be merciful {ln@wb 4}
Nov 12, 2021 11:00:28 GMT -5
Post by bailee on Nov 12, 2021 11:00:28 GMT -5
It was funny how her heart sunk when her arrows took down the mutts - yet watching Nixie's blade sink deep into Eleven's skin Sinead felt nothing but relief. Relief that it wasn't one of them again - that the three of them would see another day, that there would be one less tribute in the way of her going back home.
It was funny how that worked, Sinead thought. Death didn't seem as bad once you witnessed it for the first time. She panicked the first mutt she had killed - but the second, she felt nothing. She cried when Tsara's lifeless body was carried away by the hovercraft - yet when Eleven had finally given up and let death take her, her pulse slowed and the adrenaline had finally relaxed.
It wasn't that she was a heartless person, unable to feel pain or grief. She knew that. That was what the Games did to you - even the most innocent of victors end up killing, and she figured the quicker she got over her fear of maiming, the better. Mercy never got you anywhere in the arena.
The trio left almost immediately after Luya fell, their jeep soaring off as if they never even were there to begin with. Sinead remained silent - her thoughts were with Abel and Arthur. She hoped they were okay. Especially Arthur - he seemed strong, but she had an inkling that Tsara's death would cut deep.
When they found their resting spot for the night, Sinead looked to the bird (pterodactyl?) that had been following her since day two. She had noticed a writing utensil and paper tied to it's wing, and it seemed gentle enough to approach.
She reached gently for the pencil and paper. She knew there was a reason for the Gamemakers to give her this - they wanted a recipient on the other end.
hope you're doing okay - sinead
"Arthur Rollei, District Three male," she told the bird, and watched as it soared away. She was right.
It was funny how that worked, Sinead thought. Death didn't seem as bad once you witnessed it for the first time. She panicked the first mutt she had killed - but the second, she felt nothing. She cried when Tsara's lifeless body was carried away by the hovercraft - yet when Eleven had finally given up and let death take her, her pulse slowed and the adrenaline had finally relaxed.
It wasn't that she was a heartless person, unable to feel pain or grief. She knew that. That was what the Games did to you - even the most innocent of victors end up killing, and she figured the quicker she got over her fear of maiming, the better. Mercy never got you anywhere in the arena.
The trio left almost immediately after Luya fell, their jeep soaring off as if they never even were there to begin with. Sinead remained silent - her thoughts were with Abel and Arthur. She hoped they were okay. Especially Arthur - he seemed strong, but she had an inkling that Tsara's death would cut deep.
When they found their resting spot for the night, Sinead looked to the bird (pterodactyl?) that had been following her since day two. She had noticed a writing utensil and paper tied to it's wing, and it seemed gentle enough to approach.
She reached gently for the pencil and paper. She knew there was a reason for the Gamemakers to give her this - they wanted a recipient on the other end.
hope you're doing okay - sinead
"Arthur Rollei, District Three male," she told the bird, and watched as it soared away. She was right.
