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Her voice echoes as he tries to come to. 

Everything's been a blur since he was reaped minutes ago, nothing quite makes sense at the moment. His head spins and spins until it lands on the only other person on the train, "...do I?" 

"Uhh, nah," he chimes in. She had been reaped first and between his name getting called to this moment here, he hadn't thought outside himself once. Am I going to die? A question too heavy to think of an answer to, he pictured Demetria's face somewhere in the crowd as he's being pulled away. It's hard to focus on anything other than the sinking in his stomach, how is this real? "Sorry, I don't think I've been there," he scratches the back of his head as he mulls it over for a second. 

Nope. 

Delta leans over to a window momentarily, feeling the motion of the train under his feet. They're already out of the station and headed towards the unknown, a feeling of unreadiness takes over him. Only when he pulls away from the sight and take back in the train carriage does he feel okay, "wine, for sure." He wasn't much of a drinker, some of the other boys at the facility had started young, but not him. At least, until now. 

He watches as she pours the thick wine into a glass, and he simply nods when he takes it from her, waiting for a matching glass to cheers to. District 6 had no company besides each other, and it all feels so uncertain being just two teenagers going into this blind. Delta sips the wine before finding what to say next, "what does your family sell? I dunno, maybe I have been." A better question than the one in his back pocket - what'd you say your name was again?

Her voice echoes as he tries to come to. 

Everything's been a blur since he was reaped minutes ago, nothing quite makes sense at the moment. His head spins and spins until it lands on the only other person on the train, "...do I?" 

"Uhh, nah," he chimes in. She had been reaped first and between his name getting called to this moment here, he hadn't thought outside himself once. Am I going to die? A question too heavy to think of an answer to, he pictured Demetria's face somewhere in the crowd as he's being pulled away. It's hard to focus on anything other than the sinking in his stomach, how is this real? "Sorry, I don't think I've been there," he scratches the back of his head as he mulls it over for a second. 

Nope. 

Delta leans over to a window momentarily, feeling the motion of the train under his feet. They're already out of the station and headed towards the unknown, a feeling of unreadiness takes over him. Only when he pulls away from the sight and take back in the train carriage does he feel okay, "wine, for sure." He wasn't much of a drinker, some of the other boys at the facility had started young, but not him. At least, until now. 

He watches as she pours the thick wine into a glass, and he simply nods when he takes it from her, waiting for a matching glass to cheers to. District 6 had no company besides each other, and it all feels so uncertain being just two teenagers going into this blind. Delta sips the wine before finding what to say next, "what does your family sell? I dunno, maybe I have been." A better question than the one in his back pocket - what'd you say your name was again?

Her voice echoes as he tries to come to. 

Everything's been a blur since he was reaped minutes ago, nothing quite makes sense at the moment. His head spins and spins until it lands on the only other person on the train, "...do I?" 

"Uhh, nah," he chimes in. She had been reaped first and between his name getting called to this moment here, he hadn't thought outside himself once. Am I going to die? A question too heavy to think of an answer to, he pictured Demetria's face somewhere in the crowd as he's being pulled away. It's hard to focus on anything other than the sinking in his stomach, how is this real? "Sorry, I don't think I've been there," he scratches the back of his head as he mulls it over for a second. 

Nope. 

Delta leans over to a window momentarily, feeling the motion of the train under his feet. They're already out of the station and headed towards the unknown, a feeling of unreadiness takes over him. Only when he pulls away from the sight and take back in the train carriage does he feel okay, "wine, for sure." He wasn't much of a drinker, some of the other boys at the facility had started young, but not him. At least, until now. 

He watches as she pours the thick wine into a glass, and he simply nods when he takes it from her, waiting for a matching glass to cheers to. District 6 had no company besides each other, and it all feels so uncertain being just two teenagers going into this blind. Delta sips the wine before finding what to say next, "what does your family sell? I dunno, maybe I have been." A better question than the one in his back pocket - what'd you say your name was again?

Her voice echoes as he tries to come to. 

Everything's been a blur since he was reaped minutes ago, nothing quite makes sense at the moment. His head spins and spins until it lands on the only other person on the train, "...do I?" 

"Uhh, nah," he chimes in. She had been reaped first and between his name getting called to this moment here, he hadn't thought outside himself once. Am I going to die? A question too heavy to think of an answer to, he pictured Demetria's face somewhere in the crowd as he's being pulled away. It's hard to focus on anything other than the sinking in his stomach, how is this real? "Sorry, I don't think I've been there," he scratches the back of his head as he mulls it over for a second. 

Nope. 

Delta leans over to a window momentarily, feeling the motion of the train under his feet. They're already out of the station and headed towards the unknown, a feeling of unreadiness takes over him. Only when he pulls away from the sight and take back in the train carriage does he feel okay, "wine, for sure." He wasn't much of a drinker, some of the other boys at the facility had started young, but not him. At least, until now. 

He watches as she pours the thick wine into a glass, and he simply nods when he takes it from her, waiting for a matching glass to cheers to. District 6 had no company besides each other, and it all feels so uncertain being just two teenagers going into this blind. Delta sips the wine before finding what to say next, "what does your family sell? I dunno, maybe I have been." A better question than the one in his back pocket - what'd you say your name was again?

Her voice echoes as he tries to come to. 

Everything's been a blur since he was reaped minutes ago, nothing quite makes sense at the moment. His head spins and spins until it lands on the only other person on the train, "...do I?" 

"Uhh, nah," he chimes in. She had been reaped first and between his name getting called to this moment here, he hadn't thought outside himself once. Am I going to die? A question too heavy to think of an answer to, he pictured Demetria's face somewhere in the crowd as he's being pulled away. It's hard to focus on anything other than the sinking in his stomach, how is this real? "Sorry, I don't think I've been there," he scratches the back of his head as he mulls it over for a second. 

Nope. 

Delta leans over to a window momentarily, feeling the motion of the train under his feet. They're already out of the station and headed towards the unknown, a feeling of unreadiness takes over him. Only when he pulls away from the sight and take back in the train carriage does he feel okay, "wine, for sure." He wasn't much of a drinker, some of the other boys at the facility had started young, but not him. At least, until now. 

He watches as she pours the thick wine into a glass, and he simply nods when he takes it from her, waiting for a matching glass to cheers to. District 6 had no company besides each other, and it all feels so uncertain being just two teenagers going into this blind. Delta sips the wine before finding what to say next, "what does your family sell? I dunno, maybe I have been." A better question than the one in his back pocket - what'd you say your name was again?

Her voice echoes as he tries to come to. 

Everything's been a blur since he was reaped minutes ago, nothing quite makes sense at the moment. His head spins and spins until it lands on the only other person on the train, "...do I?" 

"Uhh, nah," he chimes in. She had been reaped first and between his name getting called to this moment here, he hadn't thought outside himself once. Am I going to die? A question too heavy to think of an answer to, he pictured Demetria's face somewhere in the crowd as he's being pulled away. It's hard to focus on anything other than the sinking in his stomach, how is this real? "Sorry, I don't think I've been there," he scratches the back of his head as he mulls it over for a second. 

Nope. 

Delta leans over to a window momentarily, feeling the motion of the train under his feet. They're already out of the station and headed towards the unknown, a feeling of unreadiness takes over him. Only when he pulls away from the sight and take back in the train carriage does he feel okay, "wine, for sure." He wasn't much of a drinker, some of the other boys at the facility had started young, but not him. At least, until now. 

He watches as she pours the thick wine into a glass, and he simply nods when he takes it from her, waiting for a matching glass to cheers to. District 6 had no company besides each other, and it all feels so uncertain being just two teenagers going into this blind. Delta sips the wine before finding what to say next, "what does your family sell? I dunno, maybe I have been." A better question than the one in his back pocket - what'd you say your name was again?

Her voice echoes as he tries to come to. 

Everything's been a blur since he was reaped minutes ago, nothing quite makes sense at the moment. His head spins and spins until it lands on the only other person on the train, "...do I?" 

"Uhh, nah," he chimes in. She had been reaped first and between his name getting called to this moment here, he hadn't thought outside himself once. Am I going to die? A question too heavy to think of an answer to, he pictured Demetria's face somewhere in the crowd as he's being pulled away. It's hard to focus on anything other than the sinking in his stomach, how is this real? "Sorry, I don't think I've been there," he scratches the back of his head as he mulls it over for a second. 

Nope. 

Delta leans over to a window momentarily, feeling the motion of the train under his feet. They're already out of the station and headed towards the unknown, a feeling of unreadiness takes over him. Only when he pulls away from the sight and take back in the train carriage does he feel okay, "wine, for sure." He wasn't much of a drinker, some of the other boys at the facility had started young, but not him. At least, until now. 

He watches as she pours the thick wine into a glass, and he simply nods when he takes it from her, waiting for a matching glass to cheers to. District 6 had no company besides each other, and it all feels so uncertain being just two teenagers going into this blind. Delta sips the wine before finding what to say next, "what does your family sell? I dunno, maybe I have been." A better question than the one in his back pocket - what'd you say your name was again?