Daryl doesn't even need to see Vivi's face when his posture gives a clear indication of what's going on. Hardly surprising that the kid might be feeling somber, if his first experience in Panem was an arena while being completely alone.
"They took me from my home n'brought me here, too. Dunno how. There's a few others from the same place, a couple that I knew from before we got here." Maybe it's cruel, offering that sort of hope — the possibility that others from Vivi's world could show up — considering what they'll be facing if they're ever brought here. But it feels like the right thing to do, offering what small comfort he can. There's something seriously fucked up about kids being tossed into the death matches.
Lowering his eyes to his lap, he twists Charlie's leash between his fingers in contemplative silence for a few moments. When it comes to kids, there's always the thought at the back of his mind: all it would've taken was one adult giving a shit about him as a child. Just one to make a difference, to help him, to save him, instead of turning a blind eye and abandoning him to become a victim. It's part of why he'd fought so damn hard for Sophia. It's why he isn't walking away from Vivi now. Maybe he can do for others what was never done for him.
"You wanna get ice cream?" he eventually asks, glancing over at Vivi. Ice cream certainly won't cure soul-crushing misery, but it couldn't hurt, either.
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"They took me from my home n'brought me here, too. Dunno how. There's a few others from the same place, a couple that I knew from before we got here." Maybe it's cruel, offering that sort of hope — the possibility that others from Vivi's world could show up — considering what they'll be facing if they're ever brought here. But it feels like the right thing to do, offering what small comfort he can. There's something seriously fucked up about kids being tossed into the death matches.
Lowering his eyes to his lap, he twists Charlie's leash between his fingers in contemplative silence for a few moments. When it comes to kids, there's always the thought at the back of his mind: all it would've taken was one adult giving a shit about him as a child. Just one to make a difference, to help him, to save him, instead of turning a blind eye and abandoning him to become a victim. It's part of why he'd fought so damn hard for Sophia. It's why he isn't walking away from Vivi now. Maybe he can do for others what was never done for him.
"You wanna get ice cream?" he eventually asks, glancing over at Vivi. Ice cream certainly won't cure soul-crushing misery, but it couldn't hurt, either.