Staying here might have been tempting if she wasn't more aware. The gaze on her, the traitor, the one who spoke for the Capitol, the one who left for the rebellion. They must judge her. They must wonder where her loyalty truly lies. She's never sure herself. With her friends? With her family? With one of those two monolithic sides?
Staying here among all these people who have seen her say things they so bitterly disagree with...would that be safe? Would that be anything worth doing? Does she want to stay where she's not wanted, alone, without her friends or family?
"This is home. And it's not. At least I have friends in Thirteen who..." She realizes then she never told him. Never told him. Not about why she was there. Not about what Kurloz did. Her breath escapes her in a sigh that might be more frustration than weariness. She doesn't want to admit it. Doesn't want to tell him. Her lips part only to admit the barest things.
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Staying here might have been tempting if she wasn't more aware. The gaze on her, the traitor, the one who spoke for the Capitol, the one who left for the rebellion. They must judge her. They must wonder where her loyalty truly lies. She's never sure herself. With her friends? With her family? With one of those two monolithic sides?
Staying here among all these people who have seen her say things they so bitterly disagree with...would that be safe? Would that be anything worth doing? Does she want to stay where she's not wanted, alone, without her friends or family?
"This is home. And it's not. At least I have friends in Thirteen who..." She realizes then she never told him. Never told him. Not about why she was there. Not about what Kurloz did. Her breath escapes her in a sigh that might be more frustration than weariness. She doesn't want to admit it. Doesn't want to tell him. Her lips part only to admit the barest things.
"Who understand."