"I could be." But she doesn't think she is wrong. She's never wanted so badly to be wrong in her life, but life isn't that kind. She doesn't look up, her head still in her hands, her long hair falling like a curtain to obscure her expression. There's a heaviness in her voice, and in the slump of her shoulders. She can't think that, even in the cells of the Capitol or in the shadowed halls of Edoras during the war, she's ever felt quite so hopeless, or so thoroughly guilty. "I could. But if I am not, what then?"
That isn't a rhetorical question. Help her out here.
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Date: 2017-05-27 01:48 pm (UTC)That isn't a rhetorical question. Help her out here.