@ElderGod-Icefire
Corian shrugged. "It's fine."
Corian shrugged. "It's fine."
Phoenix sighed. "Mia, I'm not somewhat heartless like everyone becomes in the Games."
Corian was silent, leaning against the eall with his hands in his pockets.
"Phoenix, I'm not letting you die. You will fight and you will win," Mia told her.
Corian was quiet, watching them with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Mia, I don't want to do this! I don't even like the idea of the Games!" Phoenix said.
Corian sighed softly, sitting down.
"Phoenix, you will win these. It is in your blood. Now train, please," Mia said.
Phoenix screamed something at her sister that was impossible to make anything out of and stormed out of the training room, done with all of this.
Corian raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.
"Whoa, she has a crazy side…" Jonas said.
"Yeah, one I didn't know existed until now…" Mia said.
Corian shrugged slightly. "Everyone's got one." He replied quietly.
"She's going to get herself killed with that," Mia said.
"We're all going to get ourselves killed." Corian muttered.
"There will be a victor. Actually, two victors," Mia said.
"Well yeah, but everyone else is going to die."
"Yes, but not all of the tributes," Mia pointed out.
"I'll definitely be one of the victors!" Jonas said confidently.
Corian shrugged slightly, closing his eyes. "Doesn't matter."
"Okay, do you even care?" Mia asked.
"Me?" He opened his eyes.
"Do you even care about that chance you have of survival?" Mia asked.
He shrugged. "Should I? I'm only one out of 28. The odds are not in my favor."
"The odds are in someone's favor. They might just be in yours," Mia said.
"They aren't. One of you careers will win, most likely."
"We're training you to be like one," Mia said.
"You can't train to be a career in two weeks." He said.
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