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thecapitol2015-12-29 10:01 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in thecapitol2015-12-29 10:01 pm
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they keep calling out
Who| Sam Wilson and YOU
What| adjusting to the detainment center after being shot down by the Capitol
Where| the detainment center
When| after the power chip liberation mission
Warnings/Notes| talk of death, torture, violence; will update as needed
It could be worse.
Sam doesn’t exactly want to think on the specifics of how it could be worse right now, but he keeps reminding himself of that anyway. He’s still alive, and as long as he’s still going, he’s got hope.
He keeps reminding himself of that even when it becomes obvious that Jet isn’t with him. That Sam didn’t just save Jet’s life only for both of them to get shot down and captured by the Capitol - he saved it only for them to get shot down and separated, and Jet’s being held somewhere else. Somewhere terrible, if the threats they make and the tapes they show him are true - Sam isn’t convinced they are, but there’s always a chance.
And Sam knows - he knows - that it’s not because of him, that he’s not important enough for this, that wherever they’ve got Jet it’s for reasons beyond him and they’re only using it to get to him, he knows their bullshit enough to know that it wouldn’t matter whether he was here or not and that doing what they say isn’t going to win Jet his freedom.
But the part of him that’d do anything to keep his brother safe is a little easier to convince.
When they let him out, to mingle with the other Tributes turned Capitol soldiers, he tries not to let it replay in his mind. Instead he focuses on trying to find a couple of familiar faces, ones he hasn’t seen in too long - at least not without being in the middle of a battlefield.
He’s not exactly too careful about who he might be bumping into as he hunts.
What| adjusting to the detainment center after being shot down by the Capitol
Where| the detainment center
When| after the power chip liberation mission
Warnings/Notes| talk of death, torture, violence; will update as needed
It could be worse.
Sam doesn’t exactly want to think on the specifics of how it could be worse right now, but he keeps reminding himself of that anyway. He’s still alive, and as long as he’s still going, he’s got hope.
He keeps reminding himself of that even when it becomes obvious that Jet isn’t with him. That Sam didn’t just save Jet’s life only for both of them to get shot down and captured by the Capitol - he saved it only for them to get shot down and separated, and Jet’s being held somewhere else. Somewhere terrible, if the threats they make and the tapes they show him are true - Sam isn’t convinced they are, but there’s always a chance.
And Sam knows - he knows - that it’s not because of him, that he’s not important enough for this, that wherever they’ve got Jet it’s for reasons beyond him and they’re only using it to get to him, he knows their bullshit enough to know that it wouldn’t matter whether he was here or not and that doing what they say isn’t going to win Jet his freedom.
But the part of him that’d do anything to keep his brother safe is a little easier to convince.
When they let him out, to mingle with the other Tributes turned Capitol soldiers, he tries not to let it replay in his mind. Instead he focuses on trying to find a couple of familiar faces, ones he hasn’t seen in too long - at least not without being in the middle of a battlefield.
He’s not exactly too careful about who he might be bumping into as he hunts.
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Instead, he quirks a smile, dry and humorless. His tone matches it, something not quite irreverant, a little bit at odds with the way his eyes stay warm.
"And here I thought you were gonna play war story olympics with me." Which he guesses she still kind of is, just in the opposite way. "You know, I always wondered - who decides what worse is? We got a judge somewhere looking over everyone's worlds and ranking them?"
He runs a hand over his jaw. "War is war. There's nothing pretty there. And yet here we are fighting, because there's not really anyone else and even if there was, none of us know how to sit our asses down and let someone else handle it."
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She wasn't fighting because there wasn't anyone else. Of course there was someone else. There were hundreds of someones, both here in Panem, and back home. Some of them were even on her crew, people she trusted to take up the mission, to keep fighting the good fight after she was gone. People here, to fight their own damn war.
She was here, the Capitol would hear, because she knew a winner when she saw one. Because she was a good little drone who knew which side of the bread was buttered-- this side. The Capitol side.
But maybe Sam, and anyone with sense would remember; Shepard knew, she was here for one reason only, and that was because way back, some pissant in a white lab coat had decided it might be fun to own her like a pet. The only reason Shepard or anyone else not born here was here was because they were brought here, and kept here, because they were interesting. Entertaining to kill, to study, maybe.
Right and wrong had nothing to do with it. And neither did war, really. This was about treating people, like things. That's where it started.
"Nice seeing you again, Sam. Stay out of trouble, will you?" She levered herself against the wall and stepped off towards the narrow little rat-hall towards the cells they called bunks, "...If you can."