[It almost sounds like she chuckles. Or starts to.]
And here, we're not even promised a Victor.
[There was no stylist, poking and prodding at her. No mentor repeating things she'd heard a thousand times at the Academy. There had been no fire to outrun or tracker jacker stingers to use fingers, knife, and teeth to get out of swollen flesh, with nothing to further aid recovery. There was food and shelter, and there were weapons freely available...
...but they hadn't seen combat yet, and they were trapped. This was as much an enclosure as the arena, she was sure. Maybe tomorrow she'd find the perimeter, just to know how far she could travel...
Better or worse than the Games, that has yet to be seen.]
[Voice]
And here, we're not even promised a Victor.
[There was no stylist, poking and prodding at her. No mentor repeating things she'd heard a thousand times at the Academy. There had been no fire to outrun or tracker jacker stingers to use fingers, knife, and teeth to get out of swollen flesh, with nothing to further aid recovery. There was food and shelter, and there were weapons freely available...
...but they hadn't seen combat yet, and they were trapped. This was as much an enclosure as the arena, she was sure. Maybe tomorrow she'd find the perimeter, just to know how far she could travel...
Better or worse than the Games, that has yet to be seen.]