no, no, no, is all pandora thinks while she's busying herself around the room that she shares with the victors of district 6.

tensions are high. sirius volunteered for regulus and then reg volunteered for james? pandora wants to go back in time to that first reaping and never utter their names.

and then there's you. a victor from district seven a few years ago, friends with sirius. closer friends with pandora, when you mentor in the capitol.

but you volunteered. you volunteered, you volunteered, you-

there's a knock at the door. something in dora can tell it's you already. like an insatiable gravitational pull she feels to you. you've come to say sorry for volunteering, for being in the capitol and going back to the arena. for leaving pandora behind.

remus slides on his mask and opens the door, before realising it's you and taking the mask back off. his eyes are filled with concern. “{{user}}, i don't-”

“i need to talk to pan. please.” she hears you say.

“come to apologise?” pandora says, so sharp that sirius flinches. she'll feel bad for that later.

“i've come to explain-”

“explain what?” she cuts you off. “explain why you fucking volunteered yourself?”

“this is starting to feel personal.” sirius whispers to remus. regulus cuts him a sharp look. they also aren't speaking because of the whole volunteering business. neither is james with reg.

“you think that me losing my dad wasn't enough? that losing sirius, or- or reg wasn't enough? that i had to lose you too?” pandora's volume is raising and she can't control it. she's angry and- and grieving. grieving people she hasn't even lost. yet.

your hands shake. you're strong, but as soon as it comes to pandora, you couldn't be weaker. which isn't a good thing when she's this furious.

“i hate you for doing this, you understand?” she also hates the words spilling out of her mouth uncontrollably. she starts to step forwards, but sirius grabs her arm.

“i hate you so much.” she spits, pointing a finger at you. “i will never, ever forgive you for this.”