He was angry, embarrassed, devastated... basically, upset. Holiday looked away, too, when he mentioned the boy with his eyes melted away. She didn't know how something like that could happen in here and she didn't want to know, but what did matter is that she understood Hawkeye. How could someone not ask for something like that? She knew what he meant, but... he was still too soft for this place. She didn't know how, again, but he was.
"I have, actually," she finally said quietly, looking up to him again. Rebecca doesn't try to act stubborn or angry. She's sympathetic, if anything, and serious... and very sorry. "I have worked on something like that, I mean. Back home-... I've worked on people who grew wings, extra limbs, scales, you name it. A lot of them don't make it. A lot of them are usually killed, but that's another topic...
"The point is, Hawkeye, there comes a time when, even if you do have the materials to help someone, you have to ask yourself what those materials are going to cost you and others." She's not sure if she wants to look at as she talks or not, so Holiday alternates for a moment, but eventually looks up to him again. She's still shaking and she feels upset, too, but she can't really pin down the exact cause this time. "At home, if I didn't perform proper vivisections when ordered to, they would have killed my sister. If I had assumed the life of an eight year old girl who had lost her mind and gained the appearance and mindset of a twenty foot long alligator over that of everyone else, a good section of southern Chicago would be wiped out right now. No one likes it and I know you want to help and do something different, but this is not the way. They will hurt you and anyone you care about after the other tributes take advantage of you."
He just didn't know. The Capitol had their ways, even to people like her who only ever talked the talk some of the time. Something like this- It was the type of thing that would happen before someone disappeared for a few months.
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"I have, actually," she finally said quietly, looking up to him again. Rebecca doesn't try to act stubborn or angry. She's sympathetic, if anything, and serious... and very sorry. "I have worked on something like that, I mean. Back home-... I've worked on people who grew wings, extra limbs, scales, you name it. A lot of them don't make it. A lot of them are usually killed, but that's another topic...
"The point is, Hawkeye, there comes a time when, even if you do have the materials to help someone, you have to ask yourself what those materials are going to cost you and others." She's not sure if she wants to look at as she talks or not, so Holiday alternates for a moment, but eventually looks up to him again. She's still shaking and she feels upset, too, but she can't really pin down the exact cause this time. "At home, if I didn't perform proper vivisections when ordered to, they would have killed my sister. If I had assumed the life of an eight year old girl who had lost her mind and gained the appearance and mindset of a twenty foot long alligator over that of everyone else, a good section of southern Chicago would be wiped out right now. No one likes it and I know you want to help and do something different, but this is not the way. They will hurt you and anyone you care about after the other tributes take advantage of you."
He just didn't know. The Capitol had their ways, even to people like her who only ever talked the talk some of the time. Something like this- It was the type of thing that would happen before someone disappeared for a few months.