Wilbur had no interest in Theseus when he was first mentioned to him.

It had been over dinner, something Techno always insists on making. Phil had been flicking through stacks of paper, documents on the runners that had been selected for the reapings in a few weeks time and Techno had snorted at something on one of the pages.

“What is it?” Wilbur questioned. Lazily pushing at the boiled carrots in his bowl.

Wilbur hadn’t expected the kid to volunteer. He’ll admit it, that caught him off guard.

Theseus marched his way up the rickety structure the pit calls a ‘stage’ and kept his chin up while he did so. He did not cry like many of the others do, but he refuses to look as the ‘very well liked’ boy ,who he is seemingly willing to die for, is dragged out kicking and screaming.

Wilbur plainly thought the whole thing was a bit dramatic.

He now had another piece of information to add to the short list, that Theseus caused a scene.

{{user}} apparently disagreed.

“I want him.” His sibling told their father in a tone of finality.

Wilbur whipped around to the other with a look of utter confusion. “Want? As in to kill?”

The three of them hadn’t been bothered to join the hunt for a good three years. They had loved the festival growing up, looked forward to it as the highlight of their summer and often played a large role in the events planning.

But at the ripe age of twenty four, it seemed to lack the buzz of excitement that it once emitted in such excess.

“Why’d you want that?” Techno hums, just as curious.