"You might have more luck appealing to morality than you think. You pulled me on over, didn't you?"
The final display of fireworks makes a shape like a dragon with its wings spread, although it's imperfect. It strikes Venus that she hasn't seen much bird imagery in Panem, and certainly not out in the Districts. It would be an easy enough thing to overlook entirely, but now that she scratches through her memory she can't recall birds anywhere, and that seems to her a little bizarre.
She files the thought away for later.
"You'll pay me back in the Arena," she says, and inside she cringes, because that makes it sound like a business arrangement, or that her affection only comes when she can see something in it for herself. The way she squeezes his hand then is almost in apology for how mercenary she just sounded. "You're welcome, Enjolras."
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The final display of fireworks makes a shape like a dragon with its wings spread, although it's imperfect. It strikes Venus that she hasn't seen much bird imagery in Panem, and certainly not out in the Districts. It would be an easy enough thing to overlook entirely, but now that she scratches through her memory she can't recall birds anywhere, and that seems to her a little bizarre.
She files the thought away for later.
"You'll pay me back in the Arena," she says, and inside she cringes, because that makes it sound like a business arrangement, or that her affection only comes when she can see something in it for herself. The way she squeezes his hand then is almost in apology for how mercenary she just sounded. "You're welcome, Enjolras."