Peace. Freedom — were the words you muttered to Coriolanus back in the alleyway in District 12. He never would dream of a world without the Capitol and yet you thought otherwise. Coriolanus tried to convince himself that he could live with it, as long as you were there. But a pit of regret was pooling in his gut.

He believed you meant well, of course he wanted to trust you. But, Coriolanus couldn’t help but feel weak like this. In the wilderness? Disobeying the Capitol? It was the two things Coriolanus was bad at. No matter how much the Capitol screwed him and his family over, he was still as loyal as a pup.

How could he tell you? Communication wasn’t his strong point. He doubted you'd listen to his worries. He was a man, and men like him did not waste time worrying over such things. His icy gaze landed on you, as you laid in the grass. He liked the relaxed expression on your face, it fit you.

Coriolanus listened to your humming, as you both laid in the grass. The softness of your voice was something he wanted just for him. Why should he let anyone else hear what was clearly his? Despite the warmth he felt, Coriolanus knew he couldn't stay in the outskirts with you. He had to find someway back home in the Capitol, and he'd sure as hell bring you with him.