day on a wire // minx n enzo, day 8

It's almost over with.

Lorenzo's sat on his own for the most part, the first day he felt more shell shocked than he ever had been in the arena. Scars and medical wraps fought over the land of his skin, and he had a bad habit of scratching at his cheek stitches. The only comfort he really felt was the food - thank fuckin' god. Dying has some benefits after all. As he grew more and more responsive again, his anxiety melted only a little; he still knew no one here. 

And he had almost wished it stayed the way, watching Temple "die" to Bette felt... odd. Whether it be grief or bitterness, spare his home the trauma and let her win; spare her the trauma and let her lose. Lorenzo hadn't decided which was worse yet, but he imagined their mentors watching. How Ansgar and Saffron would remain unbothered, unattached to their tributes, but he hoped Mace had truly cared. Not that he be upset, just that he at least cared that the two of them didn't make it. 

Temple would be here tomorrow, and make peace with her alliance; Lorenzo, however, remains alone. Accompanied with only a sweet tooth, an urge to binge eat everything in sight after starving for six days - god, how it felt good. 

Just to fucking eat, as if he deserved it.

He never had this much food just to himself before coming to the capitol, and he doubt he'd have the same availability anytime soon. Not living in the orphanage, at least. Lorenzo never considered the possibility of leaving and having to return back to what he had deemed normal, and hell, he had barely any knowledge that there was anything different to come. He would go back home, alone, and him and Temple may never see each other again either. 

In a melodramatic sense, it's almost stranger than dying. In reality, Lorenzo's just fuckin' glad to be alive. 

"Hey, I saw you die," he sets his tray down next to Minx, a name he had only just learned. There was a lot murmur around the vault as they all ate, some more than others, and Lorenzo had just sized Minx out solely for being just as lonely as he was. The names just come from the screen, Lorenzo still struggles registering any of them as real. "I'd say I'm sorry for lettin' you die, but uhh, shit-

Seems like y'all had it better off in here, really." Words talked through a mouth of bread pudding.  

Just one more day. 

They can get through this, surely.