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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ who's in the shadows? who's ready to play? / are we the hunters, or are we the prey? ❞
GAME OF SURVIVAL / RUELLE.
﹙ chapter eleven, act one ; ghosts﹚ avens fida.
central island, the arena. july, 70 att.
THE THING ABOUT CAREERS IS THAT THEY DON'T GIVE UP. Not even close; not even an option; not in their nature. It's not possible. At least, it shouldn't be ▬▬▬ they're the best of the best, top of the class, their district's pride and joy, and they have been since they were old enough to hold a knife. Hours and hours of preparation and planning and sacrifice, all for a shot at glory. The trainers, whom they both love and hate, have ingrained and scarred it into their minds ▬▬▬ failure is not an option. It never has been. This opportunity, the one they've built up to their entire lives, will not be usurped by some farmer boy playing god.
