BACK TO PART ONE!! https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1364124309/ TW for religion (again) towards the bottom!! it is the final paragraph so it should be easy to spot nothing too much but imagery but just a heads up so that we are all coolio 678 words in this one lets gooo The ringing soon returned, and Cata was now driven by an instinctive urge. An instinctive urge to say that he should break through all these barriers. Show the world of what Cata is capable of. Yet all this energy was now spent onto more fidgeting about, as Ellema prepares for her last question. “It seems, then, that you’ve had a great time?” “Correct.” Cata gave out what seemed to be a mix of a smile and a frown. A polish smile, some may say. Purely up to interpretation, depending on who you ask. / Take that, suckers! / He thought,whilst subtly grinning to themselves. “Well, then, as you might have realised, we’ve been taking quite some time here! So here’s something that will linger with our audiences for a while- The arena. It’s a difficult one, so do consider it!” In this light, Ellema’s earrings dwindled just like the stars did in the nights of district 11, when everything is calm and good. Yet Ellema’s facial expression expresses a different perspective. One that he had seen on so many faces. Of grief, of a secret. Forever sealed, But it was Ellema’s job to *ask*. Despite of the difficulties that she may face. With a closer observation towards Ellema’s neck, it can be seen that she had swallowed back on some of her own saliva. Difficult questions are good, because “So, what I have here, is, well, a bit personal. Hope you don’t mind as such. I find it, well, quite nice to ask! It’s part of what makes the games so… exciting.” She glanced, in a way that seemed to make much more sense, had she been forced into such conditions - It’s much easier to forgive someone had they seem to show remorse before hand. “You are well within your right to do so.” Cata assured, “So, the victor of round 10.” He nodded. “Dingdong, yes.” “Right, so, we are on the same page! That’s excellent to hear. Now, before I resume my question, are you familiar with Chlorophyll? Chlorophyll Tasseltail?” This is bad, this is so bad. He attempted to retain his smile. The alliance. That stupid, stupid alliance - Why did they agree to those terms to begin with? “I am aware of her presence.” They responded, but this time, rather with such confident nonchalance, he had resorted to a much shaken quality of voice. Almost if he is uncertain, because he is. “Hmm, so. how do you feel about working with tributes that you’ve known before, because…It gets awkward, doesn’t it? To fight alongside your friends, your…” Cata doesn’t know whether Ellema had continued such a list, or instead trailed off her words beyond these statements, as each alarm - Maybe more than one? At least, from what they’ve heard - Had gone off the scales on their own. This is the hurricane they talk of. He takes a deep breath. /What the heck?/ When they say that the interviews show the capitol, they do mean it. Sol, Aaron. He had seen their reactions. Always awestruck,and he can’t help but feel that it was such an unnecessary question. “I think we are all mature enough to know what has to be done.” Mature? What is his mouth even talking about? This is unnecessary, everything about this is unnecessary. Everything that is shown on their face is a damn lie. “So I hope that we won't hold any grudges against each other.” Everything that he says infuriates him at its core, it goes everything he stood for. It’s hard be a saint to those that harm you, yet that is what’s expected, because of forgiveness, that you somehow have to believe that there is good in everyone. You’re expected to forgive them, because it’s the most loving thing to do. You’re expected to smile and get up from every obstacle, because whatever hurts you makes you stronger. You have to pretend that nothing has happened, because it’s an uncomfortable truth that too many aren’t willing to face. Because to show anything but perfection is a sin in this world.
