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Cato, District 2 Tribute (prideof2) wrote in expresslogs,

"What would you win?" he asked, trying to glare at her, but his eyes kept focusing and unfocusing - what the hell - "Well...fucking everything. You'd be the Victor, win it all, go home, make everyone proud and it'd be...fucking awesome, right? That's what they always said, kill everyone and then everything'll be...fucking great. Yeah."

He pulled his hand away from the wound, pressing it back quickly as the blood seemed to come faster. Shit, this was bad. But it didn't really hurt, so that was, well...weird.

"But I don't even fucking want that anymore. You know what I want? Not that it fucking matters now. Nothing fucking matters now. I just wanted to wake up in the morning and see you. That's it. Pathetic, isn't it? Fucking pathetic. But that was it. And now that's gone too."