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W E A V E R

"You're strong, Weaver. Remember that."

The door slammed, and Weaver looked down at the golden locket hanging from his hand. Elidor had given it to him, and it wasn't an old one. This one had been taken care of for many years, yet when he opened it up nothing was inside except his own reflection. A tiny mirror was tucked away inside so every time he opened he saw himself for him. Nothing different. Nothing else. It was only him.

He reached into his pocket removing the pocket watch his father gave him many years ago, and he removed the tiny picture from inside. A picture of his parents along with Crusader when he was a baby. His eyes fixated on the picture for only a moment before slipping it inside the locket he just received before placing the watch back inside his pocket.

A soft sigh fell from his lips as he paced around the floor counting his steps wondering if anyone else cared enough to say goodbye. Yet he understood if nobody else wanted to because goodbye was final. It meant nobody would see him ever again; unfortunately, for Weaver, it was the truth. President Snow had condemned him to death along with his district partner, Iona -

His heart shattered at the thought, and he finally stopped in front of the window. His eyes glared at the outside world wishing he was free, but Weaver was nothing more than a caged animal awaiting to be extradited into the greedy hands of the Capitol. Seconds past, and nothing happened. Seconds quickly turned into minutes, and he thought the peacekeepers would drag him away at any given moment. But nothing happened. Silence devoured him as his knees gave way, and a river flowed from his eyes saturating the floor once more.

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[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

NAVYA RHODES

The ninth month of her pregnancy began on the day of the Reaping. Her midwife – a cousin, or a second cousin, or a niece once removed – pressed on her belly. It wasn’t the most comfortable checkup she’d had in the last few seasons, but neither was it the most embarrassing. “The baby hasn’t turned yet. Maybe in a few days or a week. You’ve got time.”

Navya bit her lower lip to keep from crying. Time was exactly what she didn’t want; today Harbinger would board a train and leave the dust of Eleven behind. She thought perhaps he might be able to stay another night, if she went into early labor. It was a dream too good to be true. She found herself twisting her rings as she told him on the slow, waddling walk over to the Town Square.

The reaping itself was a blur, a tornado and an earthquake and a tsunami all rolled into one. It happened too fast and was far too devastating to really be understood. Harbinger, Katelyn and Kirito rounded on the escorts and Peacekeepers. She struggled under the weight of her foreign body, up the steps and inside. Last year she would have rushed in, tried to calm Harbinger and consult with Kate. This year, she planted herself along a wall and cradled her belly.

Not now, little one, she counseled.

Harbinger’s kiss on her check was a branding iron, scorching her skin, her flesh, her blood. She lifted her eyes to him – when had she started crying? – and nodded when he said, “he wants to see you.”

Navya opened the door slowly, ambled into the room, and then went through the whole process to close it, around the bulk of her unborn child. Then, she went to Weaver, one hand on his thick hair and the other on his shoulder. “Try to be here, be now.” She forced herself to breathe deeply, to put a stopper in all of her fears. “Is there anything I can do for you, Weaver?”

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W E A V E R

His life was ruined. Everything he worked for crashed down around him as seconds burned by without nobody opening or closing the door. Perhaps Harbinger and Elidor were the only two that cared, yet Weaver knew his family loved him, and he understood if they didn't want to say goodbye because goodbye was forever. But he wanted to talk to them. He wanted to see them as this was probably his last chance before his face illuminated the sky. A shaky hand lifted towards his face trying to dry his eyes before returning to the world outside in front of all the cameras, but it was no use. Every tear he wiped away returned with a greater force. It was hopeless. But he had to find the courage to stand upon his own two feet to carry himself forward instead of leaving himself on the floor in a heaping pile of nothing. But he couldn't move as his eyes were glued on the window. He locked himself away from the rest of the world until the locked clicked behind him.

Weaver inhaled sharply trying to calm himself down, but he couldn't. Nothing made sense. The door didn't close, and he wondered if it was time to go, but the door closed behind him, and he realized someone else had joined. The feint sound of footsteps echoed through the room, and he wanted to turn and see who was inside, yet he didn't need to. A hand rest against his head, and another gentle hand clasped his shoulder. "Try to be here, be now." It didn't take him long to realize Navya stood behind him, yet it didn't take away the pain lingering inside. The world stood still as she asked if there was anything she could do. Weaver looked at the locket dangling from his hand wishing he could've handed it Harbinger while he was inside, but Elidor came after.

He pushed himself into a standing position, and turned to face the very pregnant Navya. But before he could stop it, more tears burned through his eye sockets. Yet he held the locket up high enough for her to see it. Through tear filled eyes he looked around the room as a heavy sigh slipped past his lips. "Navya, watch after him. Don't let him do anything stupid. You've helped him so much." Navya was important to Harbinger's healing, and Weaver prayed she'd remain by his side for all eternity. He turned back to the window, and glared at his own reflection. His head dropped as he turned back around trying to block out every single emotion radiating through his mind. He lifted his hand with the locket before opening it up and staring at the picture inside. "Will you see that he gets this? He'll know what it is." The tears stopped as a half smile spread across his face. "It's family, and I want him to have it."

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