"Fair enough... I can definitely get behind that," Linden murmurs. If Clementine was out of the Arena, it would also mean that Nill wouldn't be so preoccupied trying to take care of her, meaning that maybe, just maybe the young woman would be able to last a little bit longer in the following Arena.
Fat chance... as long as there are children, or people she perceives as needing her care, she'll sacrifice herself for them again and again. You know that.
"You sell yourself short. Sometimes just knowing how to fail goes a long way toward succeeding in the future, so..."
He accepts the beer gratefully. It's not his favorite drink, it's barely enough to contribute to a light buzz even with Linden's reed-thin frame, but it's something alcoholic and certainly some calories. "I don't deal well with change," he says flatly. "I like Stephen. We have rapport, we know each other and how to work with and around our respective tendencies. If they bring in someone else now, well... let's just say you'll get to see 6 when it's actually a hot mess. So I don't want him to be replaced, either."
He drains the beer bottle past the neck as Phil makes his opinion on Dandy known, very blatantly. His eyes widen slightly, eyebrows traveling toward his dark hairline.
"I know you don't get along, but..." he seems like he's grappling with whether or not to call the kettle black or simply let it slide. "For the sake of getting sponsorships, at least try to get along with your Districtmates outside of the Arena, OK? I know you're from places and backgrounds that couldn't be more different, but your fans still associate the two of you. You belong to 6 as long as you're a part of this."
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Fat chance... as long as there are children, or people she perceives as needing her care, she'll sacrifice herself for them again and again. You know that.
"You sell yourself short. Sometimes just knowing how to fail goes a long way toward succeeding in the future, so..."
He accepts the beer gratefully. It's not his favorite drink, it's barely enough to contribute to a light buzz even with Linden's reed-thin frame, but it's something alcoholic and certainly some calories. "I don't deal well with change," he says flatly. "I like Stephen. We have rapport, we know each other and how to work with and around our respective tendencies. If they bring in someone else now, well... let's just say you'll get to see 6 when it's actually a hot mess. So I don't want him to be replaced, either."
He drains the beer bottle past the neck as Phil makes his opinion on Dandy known, very blatantly. His eyes widen slightly, eyebrows traveling toward his dark hairline.
"I know you don't get along, but..." he seems like he's grappling with whether or not to call the kettle black or simply let it slide. "For the sake of getting sponsorships, at least try to get along with your Districtmates outside of the Arena, OK? I know you're from places and backgrounds that couldn't be more different, but your fans still associate the two of you. You belong to 6 as long as you're a part of this."