[closed] you rolled in like a wrecking ball

[broadsidewaltz]

 Who| Hubert and The Signless
What| Some getting over 'dying' and a whole lot of awkward comforting an acquaintance/friend...
Where| Hubert's room, on District 9's floor
When| Soon after their respective deaths in the arena, way before the blackout
Warnings/Notes| idk a lot of sadness/comfort/hubert being unable to emote properly

Getting used to having died-- well, it still hadn't really completely sunk in. Perhaps it was stranger to feel in the midst of battle, and then suddenly, the second-long realization that he was losing his life... only to wake up, later, unscathed. Needing time to process this alone, Hubert had mostly taken to shutting himself in his room, just for a bit-- vowing to train harder than ever once he was done reflecting on his mistakes. Of course, he had put himself in a position where he was helping someone-- and he shouldn't have even deigned to. Trust was obviously a bad idea, so why had he found himself doing just that?

Ugh. He blamed the solidarity he had sensed among a couple of people he knew. Namely his rather interesting mentor, Harley, and an interesting acquaintance- the Signless, was it?

Hubert sighed, stopping in his useless pacing to perch on the edge of his bed, having showered earlier that morning- feeling fresh any way but mentally in a simple long black-sleeved sweater and plain grey slacks that clung to his legs. Nearly leggings, at that. It was just more comfortable that way.

Maybe it was best he rethink his options. Getting close to anyone here was probably a bad idea, lest he let himself get unnecessarily altruistic and softhearted again...

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[69problems]

The worst part was that it wasn't even that easy. For so many people going home would mean going back to a place just as bad as or worse than the Capitol. There was corruption and violence everywhere across the multiverse and escaping it in one place didn't mean eradicating it everywhere else. The Signless had given that a lot of thought once he'd learned his own future and realized that if he ever left Panem and returned to Alternia he'd be going back to die.

At Hubert's question he laughed, a hollow sort of sound, and reached up to wipe those tears away with one of his sleeves.

"Not really, no. Eventually I might be."

He didn't realize that wasn't exactly what Hubert meant.

[broadsidewaltz]

He was one of the luckier ones, it seemed. With a hopeful future ahead, with a reconciled relationship with his brother and friends, Hubert figured it best everyone return to where they belong. After all, the prospect of waking up knowing you were to die again, and perhaps again after that, and yet again, brought back for the sole purpose to die again...

He wasn't sure anyone should have to live through that. (Not that he knew anyone well enough to know what they may have suffered through back home...)

The hollow laugh took him by surprise, the words even more so.

"Have you not seen a doctor? I-- bleeding from the eyes cannot possibly be normal, not even for an illness...!"

Hubert found himself a little more urgently concerned, gaze boring into Signless' eyes as if to find out what may be happening exactly.

[69problems]

"Bleeding --"

He frowned and looked down at his red-stained sleeve. Ah, right. Most human bodily fluids were clear. Of course Hubert would find his red tears strange and off-putting.

"It's okay. I'm not bleeding. My tears are naturally this color."