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[showbizpanache]

Who| Kurt Hummel and YOU.
What| Kurt is blowing off some stream and trying to practice using a bow, perhaps in vain. Come bug him.
Where| The training center.
When| Earlier in the day.



[He's getting better at this, he thinks.

Or he wants to believe that, anyway. His arrows never fly straight, and half the time his wrist cramps up and he can't let them fly at all. Still, he wants to get good at this so badly. There's no way he'll use a knife or a spear or something that would require him to feel someone die, feel their blood spill, not if he can help it. No, this is better, distance is better, even if this is so impractical and he feels like giving up a little more every time an arrow bounces limply off the opposite wall.

If there's any skill he's always been good at, it's perseverance. And there's no way he's going to stand around and wait to die like Eponine had suggested. He doesn't want to kill people, but he has to survive. It doesn't take a genius to do the math.]

Comments

[formersurgeon]

I don't know.

[It's said very softly. She honestly doesn't.]

I refuse to kill anyone, so I'd have to be incredibly lucky to have a chance. But I'm not sure I'd want to win, if it came at the cost of everybody else's death.

[She glances up at where she imagines the cameras are.]

That attitude is unlikely to win me any friends in the Capitol, though.

[showbizpanache]

I agree. It's--startling, how many people are willing to kill around here.

[He swallows.] It's scary.

[formersurgeon]

It is. I understand people protecting themselves. But they expect us to do more than that.

I only encountered one person...well, turtle...who tried to kill me. Well. Two. But I don't think the zombie counts. Have you encountered others?

[showbizpanache]

[His throat feels very dry and he feels dizzy all of a sudden. His eyes are on the floor around his feet.]

Well, there was a--a man. And he, um. He did. Kill me.

[formersurgeon]

[She nods once.]

I was lucky. I died from a snakebite.

Do you remember who killed you?

[showbizpanache]

I remember his face.

[He shifts around uncomfortably.]

I'm not quite certain I know what I'd do, if I ever saw it again. Throw up, maybe. Or start crying, or--or both, undoubtedly.

[formersurgeon]

I guess that's one of the horrible things about this place. That you'll have to see his face, after what he did to you.

[She takes a small step closer to him.]

Look, if you ever see me in the arena, I'm not going to hurt you. If you can promise not to hurt me, we could work together.