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[furgood]

[Her gaze drops as she seems to try to find a way to put it. She seems to have a problem with it ]

Served by everyone but Avoxes are slaves without voices. Literally. [She seems a little duller, having settled on stating facts ] The Capitol takes from the Districts and redistributes to the Districts while taking a great portion for themselves.

[devoutish]

I don't understand how you fit into this. You came from a District, you grew up in a District, but it doesn't sound as if you were a slave in the Capitol.

[furgood]

On occasion, they allow Districters to come to the Capitol, to work and to show their generosity. [She plays with her skirt, tracing the lace pattern] I was able to come because I had a relation in the Capitol, a distant aunt, and she sponsored my sister and I. I worked, my sister went to school with the expectation of one day being able to work.

[devoutish]

Right, so you were in the middle, then.

[He taps a finger on the coffee table.]

Not a slave, but not one of the elite.

[furgood]

[She's been glancing up for his replies but she finally looks up properly now ]

Exactly. They liked me but it was always a conditional offer.

[devoutish]

Then I hope they get what's surely coming to them, one day.

[furgood]

I left in the middle of what we all hoped was the last battle of the war. In the Capitol itself. [Her lips lift into a small smile] I can only hope we succeeded.

[devoutish]

You're calmer about it than I would be. Less angry.

[furgood]

I wasn't...it's complicated. [She waves her hand a little and glances away.] I wasn't there to fight.

[devoutish]

I should hope not. But civilians suffer during war, as well.

[furgood]

Everyone suffered. And there were different sorts of suffering.

[devoutish]

Yeah. And all that suffering, it often leads to anger, doesn't it. But not with you. Do you ever get angry?

[He says it lightly, but is pretty curious about how she'll answer.]

[furgood]

Once...I mean there have been far more many times that people were angry on my behalf. I don't really... [She looks at him, unsure] Does it matter?

[devoutish]

No.

[He waves a hand, dismissing his own question.]

No, you don't have to answer; no.

[furgood]

[Her lips press thin and she continues to look at him for a few more moments, uncertain ]

I suppose I just don't--[She shakes her head a little and brushes back her hair] Not all suffering leads to anger, you know. Sometimes it's just sadness.