jackassery | i hope i can forgive me for having the nerve to exist

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Let's practice this voice without being overly hostile to all the nice New Moorians.

It wasn't imaginary, all of it was real.

I killed those Tributes.

I let them kill Dad and Eilona and the baby.

I let Bachur die.

I sliced the tracker out of a brainless girl's arm.

I didn't tell them anything about the plan or District 13, ad I didn't forget what was real then and I won't now.

I did just as well as Katniss ever did, rain or not.

I forgot what was real when it mattered and got left behind.

Her gift fell apart after four months, so I went back to make my own.

Then I woke up here. Real or not?

Real— to us, not them.

I guess you're gonna say that makes it matter more?

No. Just playing an old game.

Yeah, well it got less fun after a while.