["They've hijacked you. Replaced your real memories with ones they've made."
Twice. The Malnosso had changed her life and altered her memories twice. And she had fully lived it each time, been submerged in their fantasies completely.
The second "life" they'd given her had been... odd. Never living in Panem, growing up alongside District Twelve, hunting in the forests of Luceti, call her "friend," being called "aunt" by the little one. She'd laughed, joked, and pulled pranks. It had been a strange, almost exhilarating change.
But the first. How cruel the Malnosso were surprised her. Worse than the Capitol. Maybe.
For a few days, she'd had the family she'd dreamed about. Cato had been alive and waiting for her to return to District Two; they had a daughter. Now, she was dead. Cato was dead. Elpis never existed. But she still has the photograph. Has it even now, folded up and tucked into her jacket as she looks out at the lake.
Her little camp is something of a haven. She fled her apartment last night after waking up screaming near midnight. She hasn't slept at all since then, and it's about noon. Her eyes are bloodshot, and she's tried to wash away all evidence of tears. She still has a green tint to her face, as if she's only just avoiding throwing up. Again. She'd been sick on the way here, stopping in her flight from the village only that long. Tremors still race through her, but they are less frequent now and far more subtle.
In a couple of days, she promises herself, she'll return to her apartment and pretend to forget everything.]
June 5th - action
Twice. The Malnosso had changed her life and altered her memories twice. And she had fully lived it each time, been submerged in their fantasies completely.
The second "life" they'd given her had been... odd. Never living in Panem, growing up alongside District Twelve, hunting in the forests of Luceti, call her "friend," being called "aunt" by the little one. She'd laughed, joked, and pulled pranks. It had been a strange, almost exhilarating change.
But the first. How cruel the Malnosso were surprised her. Worse than the Capitol. Maybe.
For a few days, she'd had the family she'd dreamed about. Cato had been alive and waiting for her to return to District Two; they had a daughter. Now, she was dead. Cato was dead. Elpis never existed. But she still has the photograph. Has it even now, folded up and tucked into her jacket as she looks out at the lake.
Her little camp is something of a haven. She fled her apartment last night after waking up screaming near midnight. She hasn't slept at all since then, and it's about noon. Her eyes are bloodshot, and she's tried to wash away all evidence of tears. She still has a green tint to her face, as if she's only just avoiding throwing up. Again. She'd been sick on the way here, stopping in her flight from the village only that long. Tremors still race through her, but they are less frequent now and far more subtle.
In a couple of days, she promises herself, she'll return to her apartment and pretend to forget everything.]