Better Left Unsaid {Jack ~ Matt/Gala}

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Just like that the joyous energy from sharing a win is gone. Why is Gala always so good at saying the wrong thing when she didn't mean to? The Jins topic alone seemed to bring a bad mist about, and she could only assume that it's because killing isn't as easy as everyone makes it out to be. Even ridding of an evil being has to be difficult, it's an irreversible thing. There's a heart in Matthew, the little Blonde's certain of that, even if he isn't. Her lips stay pressed together when he neglects that she has any sort of understanding. Maybe that's true, or maybe she just understands too well.

He reassures her that protecting the ones he cares about, pulling that trigger and ending a life, was as easy as anything else. Gala doesn't believe him, which is exactly why she still remains silent. Well until he gets slightly rude and claims she was talking to him as if he were weak. Instantly her eyebrows arch inward with frustration. This boy can be as complicated as the girls he despises. "I wasn't." She protests with an anger-filled voice. "I was trying to help, but obviously you're just dandy." She rolls her eyes, ready to leave but wanting to prevent another encounter where they left on a bad note. What's up with them and always doing that?

Minutes before this she was gloating over how amazing he was with his bad arm, and now he's thinking she's belittling him? LIke that's even plausible with the physical circumstance she's in. But he's right on one thing, she doesn't understand. Sure killing may be the only way to wins the games, she didn't become a career to volunteer though. She has double the amount of names with Gwen in there, since she'd never let her twin sister get reaped, and that's the only reason why she wants to be prepared. For the exception of Jins's murder, killing's disgusting to her.

"Aw would you miss me if I died in the games?" Of course her sarcasm and jokes have to arise, her way of dealing with the argument she'd rather not have. "Better hope I don't get chosen." She grins with a slight shake of her head. Okay, perhaps she shouldn't go full smart ass just yet. "I'm glad you killed him." She does her best to be sincere. "We can all finally live without fear. Just seems like a hard job. Maybe you're right though, us girls are different." It taste nasty to put herself in the girl category, but she's willing to say anything to erase the bad tension.

[Jack Lexington]

Gala then does something that I simply can't stand. Girls do it mostly. That roll of the eyes, that says so much. I fucking hate it. So all she says after that is in vain.
"I wasn't. I was trying to help, but obviously you're just dandy."

"I am. i don't need no fucking help from a toddler." I snap at her and almost immediately regret calling her that. She' so much more. She this little tough as nails chick with a heart in the right place, who for some weird reason is looking up to me, when maybe I should be looking up to her.

"Ah fuck, I didn't mean that." I become silent for a moment.
"It's just....I don't need you to mother me."
Maybe that's just what it is. All these girls are caring and trying to be nice but I don't want anybody to take the place that my mother vacated long ago.

"Aw would you miss me if I died in the games? Better hope I don't get chosen."
"Stop saying that." I ruffle her hair in attempt to be friendly. "You're not going to get chosen and if you do you will be well prepared. Who else has been through what you have and sprung back?"

Suddenly she voice what everybody keeps saying. "I'm glad you killed him."
I just look at her, blink once or twice and then shake my head. "I'm not. I should have shot him in the shoulder and put him back in the dc. Too late now though. I guess he deserved it."

For some reason I don't think what I did was 'wrong' though because I reacted in the moment where he was a thread to my friends lifes.
"We can all finally live without fear. Just seems like a hard job. Maybe you're right though, us girls are different."
My expression softens.
"Not that much, Gala. Not you anyway."
I place my hand on her shoulder so we can leave together.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Eyes practically bulge out of Gala's head in response to what Matthew calls her next. A toddler? Really? No wonder he finds no interest in training her, he thinks of her as a baby, not even a child. Well this rugrat managed a bullseye and great success back in the pregames. She's just about ready to turn and walk away, until he luckily jumps to saving himself before she has a chance.

It was only a slip and he claims not to mean it. Unfortunately she knows he at leasts thinks it though, but it is enough to keep her around for a little bit longer. "Nice save." She mutters with her arms still crossed in front of her chest. How frustrating that she's willing to put up with anything to not lose a friend, yet that's never given in return. Guess she's just a lot more easy going as she shrugs it off completely. It'd be a shame to ruin the glory of their victory. Where's that beer?

"You guys." Gala answers, after Matthew reassures her she's only going to get reaped if she's ready, and asks who else has been through all that she has and turned out alright. Easy question since it's by far only their close knit group of friends. And they've all conquered their own game with the destruction of that mutt.

As soon as she mentions that she's glad Jins is done for, the truth finally comes out of Matthew. Knew he wasn't completely fine with the much needed murder he caused, openly admitting that he wishes he shot him somewhere else. Gala doesn't open her mouth to speak about how she's right. Once he's finished, she goes for an attempt at making him feel alright over it. He did kill a deadly enemy after all. And though everyone's nightmares are still fading away, it's easier to sleep at night now.

Usually Gala's caught saying the wrong thing, surprisingly not for this moment though. Maybe agreeing to females being different like he always says, is what brought him around. Either way it has an enormous grin spreading from ear-to-ear on Gala. Did he really just say that she's at least not typical chick? That she could possibly be more like him then he wants to admit? "Bout time you realize that." She jokes with that growing smirk.

"When do we get our victory beer?" See, she can be more manly then the big bad careers in there.