retrospect | { diana & lex } jb blitz
Feb 11, 2019 15:31:21 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Feb 11, 2019 15:31:21 GMT -5
Hope can take you far away from home.
I've seen it a hundred times before. How volunteers cling too close to the idea of a dream that is already fraying, and how, even when the light is turned on, they still find themselves amongst the darkness. Thinking about it like that puts the consequences of my actions into perspective—the Capitol will brand me brave for calling my own name, and begin to expect that I'm either a girl with a death wish or a child who seeks glory. It isn't like that; I'm not doing this out of selfishness or survivor's guilt.
I am not brave, I am the exception.
And as much as I would like to be brave, I do not think that it is possible to see the good in your own bad. I figure that it is probably not possible to win the Hunger Games without being bad, but if anyone has enough heart to find their way back home—surely, it can be me. Love can go a long way in the right hands, and my hands are not like my father's: they are empty so that I can use both to give.
But the Hunger Games are a trial of how much you can take. When a starless sky is overhead and you have no means of dreaming of home, when you are faced with a face that you've seen become broken and are then forced to fight it, when you are merely a shadow of your former self and need to find a new meaning or purpose that is darker—the rules do not make room for giving when life is what you want to take. The nature of the games hardens you and carves your heart hollow.
"You probably don't think a girl like me can win if you couldn't," I say to her quietly as she enters. Her lack of heart is what led her back home. She's a killer, just like Jacinta and Mackenzie, but a different kind. Lex is a killer who got killed and lived. "Is there a place for heart in the Hunger Games?"