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[howherolls]

[ the video feed flickers on, and a young man sits at a desk. On it, there's a paintbrush, a small canvas and a set of watercolors. None of them have been touched, but the young man's fingers keep flexing around the brush. ]

I'm...not sure why I'm here. [ he slowly clears his throat, staring not at the feed but at the brush ] My only guess is they saw something they liked on the footage. [ a finger twitches against the brush ] But...I am pretty sure I have other ideas this time.

[ he looks up ]

That person you saw in the Games and the interviews wasn't me. Not the me that I remember, anyway. So if that's what you were expecting, I apologize. I'm not here to fight. You don't want me fighting.

[ there's the sound of a sharp crack as the paintbrush snaps in half. It begins to reform itself ]

My name's Peeta Mellark, and I'm going to sit this one out.

Comments

video;

[sacrificar]

You are unable to tell apart friend from enemy?

Re: video;

[howherolls]

Most of the time, yeah.

[ he clears his throat ]

Someone on my side died because of me the last time this happened.

video;

[sacrificar]

Why could you not stop yourself?

Re: video;

[howherolls]

Because there are days when I'm not me.

[ he pauses, trying to figure out how to phrase it better ]

The Capitol apparently did something to my memories.

video;

[sacrificar]

Can it be undone?

Re: video;

[howherolls]

I wouldn't be the one to say either way. [ he sighs ] It's all...a little out of my hands.

video;

[sacrificar]

Unfortunate.

Re: video;

[howherolls]

That's something we can agree on.

video;

[sacrificar]

[...]

My name is Tier Halibel.

Re: video;

[howherolls]

Nice to meet you. Have you been here long?

video;

[sacrificar]

Several weeks.