POST 04 [locked to Dylan - SPAM][Backdated 8/28]

[districttwo]

[This starts out strong. Cato is sitting up in bed trying to heal with everything he's got.]

That stupid bitch killed me! she killed me! There were no rules in there. No rules at all.

[Except for the last part, which sounds like a whiny petulant child who is frustrated and desperately desperately wanting to leave the infirmary.]

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[hunt4commonwealth]

First off, losing doesn't make you a weakling. No one can win every fight all the time.

Second, it wouldn't matter to me if you were. People aren't valued based on how well they can kill another person. Some of the best and wisest and strongest people I've known would rather let themselves be killed than take another's life. That sort of dedication to their morals, enough to overcome even their deepest survival instincts, takes amazing strength of will.

Third, I don't care what other people say about me. What matters is that I remain true to my ideals. I don't do the things I do so that the public will like me, I do things because they're the right thing to do.

You matter to me. I'm not going to abandon you just because you made a mistake.

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[districttwo]

[Cato is stunned. And maybe it's the pain or just the morphine but he squeezes his eyes shut and there are tears.

After a few shuddering gasps however they're gone.]

you sound like my father. Be careful. Not everybody is going to like that kind of talk. My mother didn't.

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[hunt4commonwealth]

[Dylan doesn't say anything about the tears. He remembers being a young man and knows that they often like to pretend that they never cry and don't like it being pointed out to them when they do. But he does squeeze Cato's shoulder again.]

I'll be careful. But I'm not going to change my mind about this.

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[districttwo]

[He just nods.]

...No lashes. No reprimand. I'm...

Thank you.

I'll work in the gym.