scared to be alone, alliance, [kale, north]

[Meghan]

| Cassius Birch; District Two|

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we act in bitterness
and then we scream our very souls free
i would react but then my mask
would slip and you'd see me
i hate him, you love me
together we are nothing
i'm fucking scared to be alone

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The moment I dreaded had finally arrived. A moment, stuck in the stagnant air that being a tribute the day before the bloodbath had brought about to the lot of us, that seemed to stop the oxygen around us. There was only one objective mission that could be assured before the rain of our final blood washed over each other. Assure alliances. Throughout our final day of freedom from fear training we had the chance to either make or break our final destiny. To the best of my understanding, this one conversation only had two possible outcomes. (Become a united front in my final games and take out as many of these bastards as possible before the freeing of my soul, or to weld-together my final fate of being slaughtered by those who don't deserve to carry the Capitol seal upon their hands).

Hesitancy, reluctance, fear washed through my bones (I'm still in tact) as I approached the two boys, the only tributes I felt any sort of comradery with, and made a show of removing the fourth, excess chair from their shared table. (No need for anyone else to feel welcome at this point) I slid into the final seat, facing them, aware that eyes across the room were still focused on our display. (it's only a display of our brief power) Their emotions seemed almost unreadable as we waited for the attention to pass our otherwise isolated table.

"So," I begin, my voice strained and quiet from lack of its smoky hydrator (who ever said giving up smoking would be this hard?) "I think it's clear why I'm here." I pause and let reality sink into their stony faces (we might die tomorrow). "I like you two, for some crazy reason. I feel like I can trust you... or at the very least... more than any of the other morons who surround us." truth is they just remind me too much of home My fingers rub together under the table as my eyes bore into theirs expectantly. I take a sliver of my precious time to focus on each of them in turn. Ezra with his fascination, his trust, and his dark innocence. Axel, possessing wit, a 'shit-me-not' attitude, and nerve. They're the kind of people I'd want to surround me during my final breath. I would never admit what they remind me of, who they force me to remember The real reason for this quick trust was a mystery to me, but I could see my fate, falling like sand, through their hands, and it scared me.

if you fear for my way,
well then, you'd see it from my way
'cause when you see it from my way
well then, you see it from my way

because no one seems to care
because no one is ever there

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