Doing their dirty work. Sounded about right - Joel had spent years dodging drafts and work duty for exactly the same reason. She was a girl after his own heart. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he murmured.
Her last words sent a pang through him, though, because he understood that, too. He wondered if it would be like playing through the outbreak again and again - life in the Capitol being like the world he knew before, and then getting tossed into the arena to survive.
He had firsthand experience of that, of how adversity, how the need to keep living no matter what, could change people. It had changed him. He wondered, briefly, if Ellie would even recognize Joel Miller of Austin, Texas. Or if Sarah would recognize Joel the smuggler of the Boston QZ. Probably not.
"Most people aren't good or bad," he pointed out - hilariously, perhaps, given his track record. "They just have different priorities."
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Her last words sent a pang through him, though, because he understood that, too. He wondered if it would be like playing through the outbreak again and again - life in the Capitol being like the world he knew before, and then getting tossed into the arena to survive.
He had firsthand experience of that, of how adversity, how the need to keep living no matter what, could change people. It had changed him. He wondered, briefly, if Ellie would even recognize Joel Miller of Austin, Texas. Or if Sarah would recognize Joel the smuggler of the Boston QZ. Probably not.
"Most people aren't good or bad," he pointed out - hilariously, perhaps, given his track record. "They just have different priorities."