[Twice now, the Malnosso have hijacked her, scrambled everything she's known, everything she's done. It's chilling, what they can do. And yet... she finds herself strangely hesitant to ascribe it to malice. This time.
Because it's too strange to have had everything gone, good and bad.
She forgot Cato, yes. But she forgot Snow, too. She forgot the warm thrill of a secret relationship. She forgot the cold thrill of killing. She forgot her pack. She forgot their victims. She forgot the times of happiness, sadness, gain, loss, survival.
She'd been free from everything.
And she doesn't know how to feel about it.
But Twelve is part of her home. She knows the blood and the sweat and the tears. She knows the gong and the cannon. She knows the sacrifices and the suspicions. Twelve is part of her home.]
I didn't know you sing.
[Maybe the birds aren't the only ones who fall silent to listen.]
voice:
Because it's too strange to have had everything gone, good and bad.
She forgot Cato, yes. But she forgot Snow, too. She forgot the warm thrill of a secret relationship. She forgot the cold thrill of killing. She forgot her pack. She forgot their victims. She forgot the times of happiness, sadness, gain, loss, survival.
She'd been free from everything.
And she doesn't know how to feel about it.
But Twelve is part of her home. She knows the blood and the sweat and the tears. She knows the gong and the cannon. She knows the sacrifices and the suspicions. Twelve is part of her home.]
I didn't know you sing.
[Maybe the birds aren't the only ones who fall silent to listen.]