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Last evening was perhaps the first night in weeks (if not months) where I didn’t light a set of candles to talk to Joshua or Zagreus or any other spirit that would be open to listening, mostly due to the fact that there were none to light. Likely as a safety precaution to make sure none of the tributes would try to kill themselves early. It’s reasonable, but I wish that I could explain myself and be believed without them turning their heads upon the first mention of a ghost or dead man.

Today, however, I won’t fail to speak to the ghosts.

Even if I have to make my own fucking fire to bring them near.

One of the several stations in the Training Center include a section where you can practice lighting fires to keep yourself warm during cooler nights, boil water, or cook food. For me, however, I plan to use it to talk to my friends who might have followed me on my journey.

Working with my hands and a handful of twigs, I wait with only half of my patience for the fire to start. Every once in a while, a small ember lights within the nest, but by the time I’ve moved the sparking nest to the wood, the light has already went out.

”Well then,” I whisper, trying to hold back my unsatisfied frustration. I almost let out an expletive, but I hold my tongue as there’s another tribute watching me from aside. I can’t make a bad impression.

If I do, they may never believe.