Cantara // District Five // CB1

The day Kanan left for the Peacekeeper Training Academy, he told us it was for the best. He told us he was going to protect people - to protect his family most of all. At the time I believed him, because I was young and didn't really understand how the world worked. But now that I'm almost a grown up, I can see how fucked up this country truly is.

And Kanan's part in it.

I still love my brother, too, which is really confusing. Some days I forget to be angry and I just cry. A lot. But most of the time I feed the rage growing in my ribcage. It whisper-screams at me to resist. I do, in small ways. I write my school essays about freedom. I don't always make it home by curfew. I don't braid my hair on reaping day.

Small transgressions, but for now, they're the only power I have against the oppression. I just hope when my brother comes home, he doesn't recognize me. I'm not the little sister he left behind.