She looks back at Gus sharply, and then her eyes slide to the man in the background, lurking; he'd blended in well enough that she'd mistaken him for part of the crowd, but now she sees. Capitolites, they'd always made who they were clear: Avoxes, Peacekeepers, guards and bodyguards, they all wore uniforms for the world to see. But Rebels and this new reign, they hide like cowards and lie about themselves to always be ready for betrayal.
Swann had moved far enough away to forget that. That she rarely had to see regular police officers, let alone the kind who escort people like Gus around.
"You mean when." She mutters it less for Gus's sake (she doesn't think they'd shoot him in broad daylight over the words of someone else) and more for her father's, still back in the ruins of the Capitol. "They'll never be happy. They don't have the civilization in them to understand that things need to be a certain way to work. They're still under the delusion that they're equal to us, that they have the breeding to keep the world in order."
Her voice raises when she adds, "That doesn't mean they have to lie to children about who did what, though!"
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Swann had moved far enough away to forget that. That she rarely had to see regular police officers, let alone the kind who escort people like Gus around.
"You mean when." She mutters it less for Gus's sake (she doesn't think they'd shoot him in broad daylight over the words of someone else) and more for her father's, still back in the ruins of the Capitol. "They'll never be happy. They don't have the civilization in them to understand that things need to be a certain way to work. They're still under the delusion that they're equal to us, that they have the breeding to keep the world in order."
Her voice raises when she adds, "That doesn't mean they have to lie to children about who did what, though!"
Fuck that guard.