looking for answers {Cato/JB Blitz

Finter tries apologizing to me after he leaves the stage, but I can't look at him. I can't stare the man in the eye who just condemned my brother to death. I try to tell myself over and over that it wasn't him. That it was in fact president snow, but I know it was my own fault for winning the games. I have ruined my family. I've cursed them just like Kirito's family is cursed. I wouldn't put it past him to rig the reaping until they're all dead or past the reaping years. But even my child. My own family. They're still in danger, but I'm alive. I survived the hell. I survived the hunger games, and now my life is a living hell.

"Harbinger, I didn't know."

"Why are you apologizing to me? You pulled his name. You called his name. You sentenced my brother to death." I find myself starting to yell as my heart drops to the ground. But I think of Navya, and I know I need to see her before I leave because I can't go like this. I have to let it out before I try something I'll later regret. But it wasn't Finter's fault Iain or Weaver was reaped - it's mine.

I sigh silently to myself as I make my way through the hall of the justice building, and the sound of my footsteps match the rhythm of my heart. The peacekeepers try to stop me as I reach towards the doorknob to see my brother. I turn and glare at them. My blood boils inside me, and my face turns warm. "You will not stop me from seeing my brother." One of them tries to grab my wrist. "Do not even think about touching me!" I shout as I pull myself away. "I have a right to talk to him. Now get out of my way!"

Before one of them can stop me, I reach down and open the door, and close it behind me, and turn around, and all the anger flies away. My heart shatters when I see Weaver on his knees staring out the window, and he doesn't even turn to face me. That's when I know this is bad. I can tell he's hurting, yet he's trying to hold it all in. And every word I had wanted to say flies away as I slowly walk towards him.

"Weaver, I'm - "

sorry.

It's hard standing here knowing that my brother is in danger, and I can't do a damn thing about it. I can't tell him it'll be alright because that's a terrible lie, and I refuse to lie to him because he deserves better. Weaver is smart, and he's my brother, and I owe it to him to be honest, but I don't want to hurt him any. When he turns around and looks at me, I can see the whites of his eyes. I can see the red inside them, and I know I'm not going to be able to console him, but his statement almost caught me off guard. Weaver asked me to be strong.

"I know I'm usually the strong one, but I need you to be strong too. I can't carry this load alone. Please help me." My heart shatters into tinier pieces, and I find myself falling, but I force myself to stand. I force myself to look my brother in the eye. I remember just last year when Iain was is place, and I remember watching Kirito go through a lot of pain, and now I understand where he's coming from, and once again it's all too real. But I can't deny my brother his request because this is the first time in his entire life that he's ever asked for help.

I nod my head before wrapping my arms around him embracing him in a brotherly hug. "We can carry the load together. Me and you." I whisper into his ear still unsure of what to do. I remember Crusader being here. I remember trying to console him. I remember my brothers trying to console me, but there's nothing anyone can do to take away the fate that's been placed upon them. "Together. Forever. I promise to help. For all eternity."

Seeing his smile almost hurt me worse than seeing him sad, but part of me is grateful for it. Yet I can't help but wondering why he's smiling in this given situation, and I hear him speak, and I listen to his words, and I know exactly where he's going. "Do you remember when me and Elidor used to sing around a camp fire?" Of course I remember the camp fire. I remember him singing, and I remember joking and making fun of them because they both can't sing, but it was one of their favorite passing times. "And we'd sing until night fell, and you and Crusader, and Drogon would always tell us to be quiet because we sounded like dying animals?"

His laughter is amazing, and I can't help but laugh with him knowing that it was such a funny memory. But it seems so unreal right now. We shouldn't be sharing this together because he's leaving the district to die. Yet it makes sense. It's a way to distract him, and I know where it's going.

"Of course I remember. You and Elidor were singing loud, and I was trying to sleep or something, but I couldn't because of you. I remember walking outside to see the campfire Elidor built. After that we all just kinda sit around the campfire telling stories." My own lips twist into smile spreading from ear to ear, and I don't think about the idea of seeing him lying lifeless on the ground as I stare through a screen. "Do you remember the one about the cat and how it got stuck in the trashcan?"

I sigh wondering what I can do to help him. I hate feeling so helpless, but I'm not. I can't change what the Capitol has done, but I can give Weaver a chance. Yet I find myself lost as he pulls away laughing. He's smarter than most give him credit for, and I hope he can use his smarts when he's in the actual arena, but I know even the smartest of tributes could potentially die. My eyes look at the clock, and I know the time is up, and I don't even pay attention to what my brother is saying as the door swings open. Yeah I'll see him in a few moments, but these peacekeepers should be punished for interrupting an important moment. Weaver was feeling. He allowed himself to feel, and I was about to break through his thick skull, but now I may never succeed.

My hands ball into fists, and I stand beside my brother glaring at the direction of the peacekeeper. If we wanted to we could take this one and run, but I can't risk destroying the life of Navya. I can't risk her's because I would never live with myself if she died because of me. "Get out!" I shout louder than I meant to, but I mean every word.

"Time is up." The peacekeeper stated plainly before walking into the room. "Even victors have a time limit."

"I don't care! Fuck off!" His hands reach out trying to grab me, but I move away. "Don't you even think about touching me. I will leave when I want to leave." And I raise my own hands before stepping forward slowly backing the peacekeeper up before finally slamming the door in his face when he's finally standing in the hall. "I warned him not to fuck with me." But I don't turn towards my brother. I just stand there seething.