[ Whatever he might have said prior to that has been cut off, a delayed start in recording, and now the sound of ripe vomiting takes over. It subsides before long, followed by an undefined silence.
His journal remains open as he lies out on the floor, knife in hand, half-bottled by sleep. He'd prefer the day to slip away and remain unbothered. His own mind is enough of a task to quiet and for that he requires no assistance. Yet, this particular year, he can't help but feel a dull twinge of pride.
They can have their final Reaping without him. It was something agreed upon and he highly doubts that much would delay the decision. Those who choose can wallow and moan until their gushing hearts run dry. Of the living and dead here in Luceti, he has no desire for the company of either. They each know the burden and how to carry it.
An eye for an eye. One set of privileged lives for so many others. One last hurrah for a dying spectacle. ]
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[ Whatever he might have said prior to that has been cut off, a delayed start in recording, and now the sound of ripe vomiting takes over. It subsides before long, followed by an undefined silence.
His journal remains open as he lies out on the floor, knife in hand, half-bottled by sleep. He'd prefer the day to slip away and remain unbothered. His own mind is enough of a task to quiet and for that he requires no assistance. Yet, this particular year, he can't help but feel a dull twinge of pride.
They can have their final Reaping without him. It was something agreed upon and he highly doubts that much would delay the decision. Those who choose can wallow and moan until their gushing hearts run dry. Of the living and dead here in Luceti, he has no desire for the company of either. They each know the burden and how to carry it.
An eye for an eye. One set of privileged lives for so many others. One last hurrah for a dying spectacle. ]