[ How did it feel? Cashmere sets her jaw - tries to figure out what Johanna is trying to do. The real answer is that she'd been trained since she was a child to believe that she wanted it, to believe that killing was nothing, that her entire life would build to the moment she got to represent her district. She had no idea what it would really be like, not even after she saw what winning did her to Gloss (her twin, her soulmate, her world). Despite the distance in his eyes and the nightmares that woke them both she believed what the Academy told her.
But the arena was different. First weapon: knives, laid out at the cornucopia like they'd been hand-picked for her. maybe they had. Only in her hand for a moment between she sank one into the boy from Eight. ] I wanted to win. Everyone else was just in my way. I didn't have to feel. I just had to do it. [Surviving as a Victor is a very different game, but her strategy remains the same. ]
You looked pretty fierce. [ Meaning: don't forget, Johanna. You're a killer too. ]
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Date: 2014-12-08 06:51 am (UTC)But the arena was different. First weapon: knives, laid out at the cornucopia like they'd been hand-picked for her. maybe they had. Only in her hand for a moment between she sank one into the boy from Eight. ] I wanted to win. Everyone else was just in my way. I didn't have to feel. I just had to do it. [Surviving as a Victor is a very different game, but her strategy remains the same. ]
You looked pretty fierce. [ Meaning: don't forget, Johanna. You're a killer too. ]