[It was possibly one of the saddest songs she knew. The song she had sung for one of the propos done by District 13. The song her mother had banned from their home, one she once could only sing in front of her father. But if anyone understood it, if anyone could grasp the significance of the lyrics, it'd be Zevran.
Zevran, whose past was as bloody and awful as her own.
Her cheeks flushed a little at the praise and she nodded demurely.]
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Zevran, whose past was as bloody and awful as her own.
Her cheeks flushed a little at the praise and she nodded demurely.]
Thank you, Zevran.