He doesn't even have the energy to be frustrated. All he feels is a hollow void of resignation. If they couldn't beat the camp at its own game up until now, how are they going to pull out a miracle or ten in their final week?]
You... probably thought I was stronger than I am.
[...]
We both did.
[Because all of this has proven to him quite the opposite, really. He thought he was powerful, he thought he knew what he was doing. He thought he could win.
Victory feels so empty when the only qualifier is that he lives to see another day. Another week. Exerting his own will hasn't only proven futile, but there's a high chance it will be impossible, despite Red's attempts at reassurance.
He draws his knees up, curling. What was the point of any of this?]
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[A sigh. This is all just so...
He doesn't even have the energy to be frustrated. All he feels is a hollow void of resignation. If they couldn't beat the camp at its own game up until now, how are they going to pull out a miracle or ten in their final week?]
You... probably thought I was stronger than I am.
[...]
We both did.
[Because all of this has proven to him quite the opposite, really. He thought he was powerful, he thought he knew what he was doing. He thought he could win.
Victory feels so empty when the only qualifier is that he lives to see another day. Another week. Exerting his own will hasn't only proven futile, but there's a high chance it will be impossible, despite Red's attempts at reassurance.
He draws his knees up, curling. What was the point of any of this?]