The Quarter Quell reaping from Wiress’ POV.
Always on the edge of that cliff, always ready to fall through the air into madness. The only thing that holds me back is that it’s over, over, over. But it’s not anymore, and so I let myself fall. Tick tock, time is running out. I know my name is coming out of that reaping ball. I know where I’ll end up. Tick tock, how many more hours of life do I have? I see red, I see blood, I see the world spinning around. When did I walk onto the stage? Just a handful of weeks ago I was happy, I was almost free. And now, in a blur of circles and roses and words, I’m back in that old nightmare.
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There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from the semicircle of people spread out before me. Because I know this now. Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.