District 13 is a far-off product of whispers; Linden knows little more than most Capitol citizens about it, Even if he knew more, it's doubtful whether he'd accept that it's a place where he can't drink or abuse Morphling. It's doubtful he'd accept it as a place he could be happy, and it's doubtful he could accept it as a place without Nill.
He's survived up to this point. Not always triumphed, or come out whole, but he's managed to live through his arena and every painful or embarrassing mishap since. But there have been so many of them, a long string of scarcely-remembered regrets that make up for what they lack in detail with feelings of sliminess and shame fairly filling Linden's insubstantial core.
He meets her eyes reluctantly. "I don't know how much sense I'm making but... I hate that I'm not the kind of person you can rely on. I like people like that... my escort Stephen is one of them. I'm jealous."
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He's survived up to this point. Not always triumphed, or come out whole, but he's managed to live through his arena and every painful or embarrassing mishap since. But there have been so many of them, a long string of scarcely-remembered regrets that make up for what they lack in detail with feelings of sliminess and shame fairly filling Linden's insubstantial core.
He meets her eyes reluctantly. "I don't know how much sense I'm making but... I hate that I'm not the kind of person you can rely on. I like people like that... my escort Stephen is one of them. I'm jealous."