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Who| Don and OPEN
What| Handling everything that's happened.
Where| Throughout the Capitol
When| Throughout the weeks in between Arenas
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence. Definite confusion and angst.

She was out. Thank shell. Momoko was all right now. At least, for now. At least until they decided to cut her tongue out.

And maggots crawling on her body, her mouth forever open in a scream.

Don sat in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He pushed the disturbing thoughts of Momoko out of his mind, of the others as well. He hated the flashbacks. At least, he was pretty sure they were flashbacks. But he wasn't so sure anymore. Something was too vivid about them. Something was off about them, somehow, from what he recalled of the Arena before his transformation. Or even the few parts afterwards that he was able to bring himself to watch. He couldn't figure out what.

But...perhaps. Perhaps if they could alter people's bodies, what prevented them from altering people's minds? What if they were doing this to warn him? What if the Capitol was onto his and Eliot's strategy? Or...or what if it was the drugs that Bartlett laced the food with? Could they still be messing with his mind? Or...what if it was both?

The turtle rubbed his head and sighed. He really hated not knowing the answers. Or having them just out of reach where he couldn't grab them and gain that eureka moment he so enjoyed back home. Now all he felt was frustration, and fear, and worry.

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"I know they did. Which...which makes what I've been seeing...it makes no sense." At this, Don shook his head. "So then...why do I remember coming back to them and...eating them?"

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"I don't know." Probably the most frustrating part of the entire thing. That simply didn't make sense. There was absolutely no logical reason for him to remember anything like that unless his brain was somehow taking the memories of devouring past Tributes and skewing it into waking nightmare fuel.

Not terribly helpful, mind. But she didn't have an explanation for it.

"Do you know which Tributes?"

"I...I definitely remember Momoko." Frown. "There was also that one guy...Thor, I think. And Dean and Draco and...a few others that aren't so clear."

She nodded a little bit, murmuring perhaps to herself, "That's so strange. I've seen them all since then; they're not dead. What's happening in this place?" Were they all going to be subject to strange memories of things?

"I don't know." At this, Don rubbed his templed. "I really don't, and..I don't admit this kind of stuff easily. But it is scaring the shell out of me."

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Ariadne just levelled another glance at him, fairly unwavering in it. "We'll figure it out. One way or another. There's only so much they can hide from us."

"I hope so." Don let out a sigh. "I just hope I don't go insane beforehand."

"You won't," she replied mildly. No more than anyone else might. Though that was always a possibility; she doubted the Capitol would let that happen, not while they were still entertainment to everyone.