"She will, and I'll tell her that I'll send your fucktoy to say hello to you if he gets back, and she'll tell you to stay out of this District's business- ughh." He leans over the wastebin again. He feels as if his head's been dunked underwater, that there's a rushing of blood in his ears, the same flood of pressure all through his head.
He doesn't want to be this way in front of a Tribute, but he's helpless, completely at the whims of whatever disease he was unlucky enough to have had since childhood. The headaches he's never had checked out, refuses to have looked at by a doctor because of the paralyzing fear that there's something seriously, truly wrong.
"Just get out. And take your damn candle with you."
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"She will, and I'll tell her that I'll send your fucktoy to say hello to you if he gets back, and she'll tell you to stay out of this District's business- ughh." He leans over the wastebin again. He feels as if his head's been dunked underwater, that there's a rushing of blood in his ears, the same flood of pressure all through his head.
He doesn't want to be this way in front of a Tribute, but he's helpless, completely at the whims of whatever disease he was unlucky enough to have had since childhood. The headaches he's never had checked out, refuses to have looked at by a doctor because of the paralyzing fear that there's something seriously, truly wrong.
"Just get out. And take your damn candle with you."