emotions swirled [fly/six]

Six was surprised, though definitely happy, when Fly came to him for support. Fly had nine older siblings and she chose to go to him. Of course it made sense, they got along pretty well. Both of them were just sweethearts. He had a feeling he knew what Fly wanted to talk about. The Hunger Games. It was almost Reaping Day and she likely had anxiety about it. Hell, he had anxiety about it.

But there was something else he had even more anxiety about. He was scared of talking about the Games. He knew it was unlikely his parents would overhear. But he was starting to question the Games. He didn't understand why they were considered good. He couldn't ever seen killing as justified. And he didn't want to verbalise those thoughts that he had never spoken.

But, he would if he had to. Bigger than his fear was his love for his sister, for all of his siblings. He loved them with all of his heart and would do anything for them. He would kill and die for his siblings if he had to. He would be terrified, but he loved them. All fourteen. They were his best and only friends.

He sat down on his bed and pat the spot next to him. He gave her a small smile to try to help calm her anxiety. He was doing everything he could to help his little sister. Even if they were only two years apart in age, he still considered himself responsible for her. He spoke softly and gently, not wanting to excite her too much or let his fear become obvious. He was here to comfort her, not the other way around.

"Come sit, Fly. We can talk about anything you want, my little hero."