AN: Wow, I honestly didn't expect people to enjoy this! The lack of Cineca fanfics out there just gave me that idea I guess. Still, thank you so much for the lovely reviews and I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much as the last.
Cinna went outside first, just to make sure that the area was mostly clear, and then gestured for Seneca to follow. They went softly, moving by the edges of buildings and through shadows. Once again, Cinna was thankful that most were at the center of the Capitol, celebrating the end of this year's Hunger Games.
As they went, at first both remained silent, but soon, Seneca had to ask something. "What of you?"
"What of me?" replied Cinna. He knew full well what the man meant but he wasn't going to let him slide by with not saying it. He wanted to hear Seneca speak his own words and not simply have people guess at what he was hinting at.
"You're helping me escape right now. You could be punished, killed."
"Well I hope you're not suggesting I come with you," joked Cinna. However, as he turned around, he could already see the idea had been in the gamemaker's mind. "I can't. It just wouldn't do."
"What do you mean it wouldn't do? I can't have you just die for no reason."
"Oh, I wouldn't be dying for no reason." Cinna stopped then. He knew they had to keep going but he felt that he had to tell Seneca this face to face. "You, out there, among the Districts, you might have a chance in helping to make a difference. Being head gamemaker has taught you plenty of things, whether you realize it or not. You understand not only survival, but tactics on how to make it out alive and keep an enemy dead."
Seneca winced at his words but remained silent, listening to what he had to say.
"Not only that but I'm positive that there are things you know about this Capitol that me, and most of the people in this city, don't know about. Out there, you can help. But I just wouldn't do."
"Why would you say that? If anything, your defiance against the system is the loudest. You may not speak with words but your actions certainly make up for that."
"But don't you see? That's just it. I need to strengthen people from here. I would be no good in the actual battles of a rebellion but I can certainly help in fueling up that said rebellion."
Seneca sighed as he shook his head. "Just promise me that you'll be careful."
"I promise I'll try but you must understand, I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't come out of this alive."
"Well if it's any consolation I hope you do," replied Seneca and he realized that it hurt to actually speak the words. The idea that Cinna would die, which the probability really was quite high, upset the gamemaker greatly, even though it shouldn't at all.
Seneca's words seemed to lead to the end of their conversation and suddenly they were on their way again. Apparently, most of the Capitol wall that separated the wild and the city wasn't very well protected. Part of the city met up with a lake and either way, no one had ever needed to really worry about anything wanting in or out of the place.
Cinna led him to an area that was slightly lower than the others and seemed more accessible to climb over. They through the food over first, and then Cinna got ready to help vault Seneca over.
"Ration the food carefully," Cinna was saying as he positioned himself.
"Believe I know. I've already calculated that if I take the minimal amount needed to sustain me each day, and adding in the factor of finding water on the way, I'll be able to use the food for up to two weeks. It would be longer but without anything to keep it all fresh, well, it'll eventually go bad."
"Good at math are we?"
"Just a little bit," replied Seneca with a smile. "And you stay safe. Keep fighting, for as long as you can."
"The same goes to you as well," Cinna responded. At first, that seemed like it would be the last words he might ever speak to the gamemaker but he quickly added, "Have I ever met you before? I feel like we've met at another time."
"Yes . . . as children, but only a few times. It didn't really mean anything."
"It must've meant something if your watching me as anything to say about it."
"You mean you saw?"
"Yes. I'm honestly quite surprised that no one else noticed it as well," replied Cinna with a small smile.
Seneca remained silent, debating whether or not to say it. However, deciding that he most likely wouldn't get the chance again, he responded, "You truthfully fascinated me and I admired you, still admire in fact. Now, I would continue with making a fool of myself in front of you all day but alas I have an appointment with the wild."
"Anyone ever tell you that you're surprisingly funny?"
"Never had the chance," replied Seneca and with that, and a final push from Cinna, he was over the wall and gone from view.
Cinna opened his mouth to shout something, but stopped, unsure whether or not to say it seeing the short time that he had really gotten to talk to Seneca. When he finally did build up the courage, he figured that Seneca was probably already gone, and instead of shouting it simply whispered it to the silent sky.
"I'll miss you."
He then turned back towards the city, deciding to finally see Katniss and Peeta. Maybe if he was lucky he'd get to say good bye to them before President Snow decided to make him disappear. Cinna's chances of survival weren't very optimistic.