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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ you can't wake up, this is not a dream / with your faceall made up, livingon a screen ❞
GASOLINE / HALSEY.
﹙ chapter four, act one ; not all that glitters is gold ﹚ mara cayden.
the train, somewhere in panem. july, 70 att.
MARA RESTLESSLY FIDDLES WITH THE RING ALEC GAVE HER, TWISTING IT BETWEEN HER FINGERS. It's become something of a habit now ▬▬▬ in a strange sort of way, it calms her by thinking of home whenever she begins to fracture. Of course, it's a home she probably won't be returning to, but still, the thought is pleasant enough.
Since breakfast, she's been partially trained. While it's not what she expected, or by any means professional, it's a start, and some of it has been quite useful. Both Chaff and Seeder didn't have much of a clue on how to mentor their tributes ▬▬▬ and they still wouldn't, if Antonia hadn't suggested she and Seeder teach them the social aspect, leaving the fighting advice to Chaff.
