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Peace is easy [Bette/Fiona] Blitz Jan 5, 2020 20:42:32 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jan 5, 2020 20:42:32 GMT -5

Fiona Zachariah

My eyes had stopped pooling with tears by the time I left Carter. It was a rough patch to go through and with promises made, I parted ways with him. My heart was heavy, but so was the situation that we had just emerged from. A weight had been lifted from my shoulders and at the moment, I didn't want to go back to Fable just yet. If he saw how upset I had just been, he would worry, so I sought out another member of the eightieth family.

Folding my arms in front of my body, my stomach had finally quit churning, but my mind was still heavy with what just occured. What the past had been dwelled on for years and as I scoured the sea of fancy people and men in uniform, I finally spotted her face. It was weird to seek out someone who had done harm to me, but in a way, it's what Carter did for me. Healing begins when those that done harm to oneself is faced and forgiven. Although, I never held a grudge against Bette, not when she gifted me the replacement of my two fingers.

The gesture was appreciated.

Slowly moving around a few capitolites, I came up next to her. "Hey. Bette. How're things treating you back home." It was small talk and it was weird because there wasn't much to go off of. Not like what I just came from. However, she was part of the clan that needed to know. Her relationship to Max was unknown, but would she recall who he was? Did she ever encounter him?

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Peace is easy [Bette/Fiona] Blitz Jan 5, 2020 22:00:14 GMT -5

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Post by shrimp on Jan 5, 2020 22:00:14 GMT -5

bette sublino

"Fiona," Bette turns, and then pauses. There is a heaviness in Fiona's eyes that is far too familiar, reminds her of earthquakes and cannonfire. Bette had seen her briefly when she'd arrived, talking with Ace - she'd made a note to check in on her later, when she had a chance to examine how the prosthetic was treating her.

But Fiona asked her a question. So she will answer. "Home is good," she says - and truly, she means it. Home has not felt like home for a while, but slowly the weight is becoming bearable. She hates to think that it might be because of Ridley Le Roux, but there is no denying that until then, she had been the closest thing that One could call a Victor. It left a curdled feeling deep in her stomach.

She is careful with her words: only so much can be said. "We're working on fixing the shop: new display cases and patching up the walls. I've been traveling, learning more about restoration. Things are... tough, but okay. Good."

Then, she probes.

"Fiona - is everything alright?"

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Peace is easy [Bette/Fiona] Blitz Jan 5, 2020 23:21:12 GMT -5

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Post by * on Jan 5, 2020 23:21:12 GMT -5

Fiona Zachariah

Bette looked amazing standing there. She didn't seem dark or her eyes withdrawn from the world. She was getting along just fine with her home district it seemed but it could also just a façade to feign to the world that everything was okay. In greeting, she responded quite truthfully. Something that made me smile. And that was a feat that was hard to do. "That's good."

News of her home was perfectly choreographed to sound like things were looking up, but to be fixing things up. I began to wonder what happened in the first place. "I'm glad things are beginning to get better for you. I like to hear that. I've tried to restore my grandfather's house as well, but it's slow coming."

Something about the way she mentions that things were tough was unsettling. It wasn't easy for people like us to just go back to normal after what we went through. It was apparent with the outcome from one of us - the first. Things will never be the same either. "Where have you gone?" I'm actually curious where she's traveled. I've been two district six to see Quest on several occasions and once to see my, not so little, ally that stood by me in the games. She was doing well, of course, but her life in eleven was probably the same as everyone else.

However, Bette must have noticed my eyes or something wrong with my gait, because she questions me. "Everything is fine, why?" I lie and become silent and remember Carter. So, I shake my head and breath in deep. "Everything isn't fine, Bette."

I don't want to do this because as I told Carter, I didn't feel it was my place to spread this news. It feels wrong somehow, but he also didn't know how to tell anyone else. I can only hope that if maybe the support is there for him, he can know that it's okay to keep moving on. "Maxwell... Maxwell's dead. He... he -" Why is this so hard? "...Carter really needs support. I can't do it on my own."

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Peace is easy [Bette/Fiona] Blitz Jan 6, 2020 0:27:19 GMT -5

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Post by shrimp on Jan 6, 2020 0:27:19 GMT -5

bette sublino

Before the shoe drops, they talk like acquaintances, friends who have been distant for years. Not like two people who fought for their lives. Not like one who tried to kill the other. The space they occupy is strange. She doesn't know how she should feel about Fiona, about Annie, about Temple. She only knows how she does feel.

("There wasn't much we could do after the earthquake, but we're starting to really get into mending it now. It's difficult - I hope you're not doing it alone?")

("Here - I spent a few months learning about stone restoration. And I was in Three and Ten to look at some antiques.")

And then it does.

Bette does not know Maxwell Temple; she never spoke to him. She never fought with him. She only glimpsed him from afar: in the Training Center, during the Interviews, as a portrait in the sky, on the train ride home. She does not know of his quirks, his wry smile and his self reflection. He is a face, possibly a kind one. And he is gone.

"God." She guides them towards an empty table with empty chairs.

"Okay, I'll check in on him tonight." And then she falters. She is a woman of direct action, of leaning into consequence, but she remembers when she lost her father. She remembers the smoke, and the ground shaking, and she remembers the feeling of being punched in the gut. She didn't want the false bravado of how it was "his time", or how others understood how she felt. Or how it was fate. They didn't understand. It wasn't fate.

"Fiona, I'm so sorry."