( totally nailing, go you octavia. but forgive her if she's not entirely thrilled to see you either. every familiar face she sees makes her wonder if they're all here, if her lynch mob is about to pop out from her other side demanding she be floated. not that she... has voiced any of her anxieties to the few friends (friends were they?) she'd seen thus far, that would require her to admit that she'd done what she'd done.
thus far everyone was treating her with kid gloves, as if she hadn't killed a boy and jumped off a cliff. part of her wonders if maybe, just maybe, they don't actually...remember.
and then if they did, maybe if they thought she didn't. )
I'm not hungry, ( she whispers at octavia, spectacularly pathetic because crybaby. it's a wonder she's not incredibly dehydrated after all the crying she does, get her to the messhall and get her some gatorade stat. ) My stomach hurts.
( it's doing a series of painful flips and flops right now, with the first source of her discomfort being octavia's face; the second being the knife in her hand. )
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thus far everyone was treating her with kid gloves, as if she hadn't killed a boy and jumped off a cliff. part of her wonders if maybe, just maybe, they don't actually...remember.
and then if they did, maybe if they thought she didn't. )
I'm not hungry, ( she whispers at octavia, spectacularly pathetic because crybaby. it's a wonder she's not incredibly dehydrated after all the crying she does, get her to the messhall and get her some gatorade stat. ) My stomach hurts.
( it's doing a series of painful flips and flops right now, with the first source of her discomfort being octavia's face; the second being the knife in her hand. )