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.

I couldn't even die there.

It doesn't matter. We'll get out of this place or I'll die here. Different place, same story. People are the same everywhere.

I'm sure the New Moore Hunger Games are just a few weeks away.

Except Finnick, he's different- got something above his neck here.

They're trying to trick us, just like the Capitol lied to us.

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.