[Cato can't help how bitter he sounds. He blames it all on the Malnosso. It goes squarely on their fucking shoulders because every single bit of...anything they've had together has been because of them.
The chocolates, the memories, the fact that they were alive. It was all them. Literally everything about them that had made him think he cared about her was basically the result of a crapton of lies.
It made him feel a little sick. But whether it was hearing her say it or realizing that about them, he couldn't tell. Cato rolled up to his feet and stood, stretching in that familiar way he always did.]
It was stupid.
[He feels stupid thinking about it, really fucking stupid; but all he can play through his brain now is asking Clove to marry him and holy shit that was just the icing on the cake now wasn't it?
It's just enough to make something snap in him. Maybe for the better because before where he felt almost nothing he feels anger and sadness and - wow that's a new combination. It's so much so he can't resist getting in one little bit more before he walks into the kitchen to sit at the table and just...look out the window.]
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[Cato can't help how bitter he sounds. He blames it all on the Malnosso. It goes squarely on their fucking shoulders because every single bit of...anything they've had together has been because of them.
The chocolates, the memories, the fact that they were alive. It was all them. Literally everything about them that had made him think he cared about her was basically the result of a crapton of lies.
It made him feel a little sick. But whether it was hearing her say it or realizing that about them, he couldn't tell. Cato rolled up to his feet and stood, stretching in that familiar way he always did.]
It was stupid.
[He feels stupid thinking about it, really fucking stupid; but all he can play through his brain now is asking Clove to marry him and holy shit that was just the icing on the cake now wasn't it?
It's just enough to make something snap in him. Maybe for the better because before where he felt almost nothing he feels anger and sadness and - wow that's a new combination. It's so much so he can't resist getting in one little bit more before he walks into the kitchen to sit at the table and just...look out the window.]
They're over, Clove. The Games are over for us.