It was a kind gesture but unfortunately, Lamina didnβt believe it. She was easy pickings to the stronger tributes.
βWhat good will anger do?β she asked hopelessly. She was going to die in a couple of days anyway.
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it probably isnβt the best idea to make friends or bond in any way with the other tributesβ but she couldnβt help but come over here and try to make her feel any bit better.
β nobody thinks your pathetic. weβre all just tryinβ not to cry ourselves. β
she pauses, Β»
Lamina was genuinely moved by the kindness. Most of the tributes stuck to their district partners, weary of the ones theyβd have to kill in a few days time.
βI just canβt stop crying,β she told Lucy Gray quietly, wiping at her swollen eyes, βI know itβs pathetic, I know β
Lamina turned her head, quickly wiping at her dirty face. The tears smearing the soot across her skin.
Lucy Gray, she had a kind mentor. The boy who got dumped in the cage with them.
βIβm sorry. Did I bother you?β she asked, sniffling.
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sheβs slowly coming up behind the weeping girlβ cautiously, but not quiet enough to startle her.
β hey there. β
she understands the tears. when the sun goes down, sheβs not as strong either. they start to slip.
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