jake || avox || cb || fin

They caught you out setting fires to the fields in Eleven. It wasn't your first time caught in the wrong place in the wrong time, sure - your nature made it very clear that you were destined for trouble the second you stepped foot outside of the womb. But it was the first time you had fucked up so royally, so thoroughly, that there was no redeeming yourself from that.

So they took your name, took your tongue, and stuck you in the home of some big name fat cat where you were forced to spend your days engaging in menial labor and obeying every whim. Oh, you played the part well enough, of the former revolutionary whose will was broken by the inexorable might of the Capitol.

But you'd acted before. You knew how to keep your head down in the orphanage you grew up in, which kept you from sticking out amongst the other troublemakers. And this was no different - higher stakes, higher class, but same game of pretend.

They may have taken your identity from you. But they could never take away your spirit.