AN: Ah, thanks for all the reviews. They really do mean a lot and I'm glad that you all seem to like it so far. Hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully it won't be long before the next one however it still might be awhile since I'll be writing some special one-shot fanfics for Christmas for other stories.

Cinna stood there, frozen from the shock of it all. After everything that he had gone through and now this?! The poor man just couldn't take it anymore and his legs quickly gave out on him. However, before he could fall the man who had been standing in front of him moved quicker than Cinna had thought possible, catching him just in time.

"Woah, don't want you to fall down and hurt yourself anymore now do we?" the man said as he easily caught the Stylist.

Finally, as he gently placed Cinna back onto the bed, the stylist was able to say, "Sen-Seneca?"

"Yep, it's me," replied Seneca with a small smile.

For a moment Cinna couldn't find his voice again as he looked over Seneca. He wanted to say so many things like how happy he was that Seneca was alive and ask where he was and what happened but all that came out was, "You shaved your beard."

"Well yes but-Oh! Of course! I must look a good bit different than when you last saw me."

Cinna nodded. Seneca's black hair had grown longer and was tied back so as to stay out of the way. He was still thin, but now, underneath the simple cloths he wore, were lean muscles. His currently clean shaven face was a bit a surprising as well. The only thing that seemed the same as before were his eyes. No, wait, they were different too but it was a good and welcomed difference. In a way, the blue of them seemed even more startling and alight with light.

"Are you alright Cinna? You haven't said anything for nearly a minute," Seneca suddenly said, breaking his concentration.

"Yes it's just . . . a bit much to take in is all," replied Cinna softly. Taking a deep breath, he got a better hold of himself and asked, "How long have I been out?"

"About two days now but believe me, you needed the rest."

"You were the one that picked me up when the Capitol was attacked! That's why the voice sounded so familiar."

"Probably," Seneca said with a small smirk. "I'm pretty sure we gave those people a good bit of a scare. Wish I could've gotten to seen the look on Snow's face when we took the Tributes as well. That must've been a great shock."

"The Tributes? Is Katniss . . .?"

"We have her Cinna. She's save but Peeta . . . we weren't able to get to him in time. We are, though, trying to get him back though as soon as possible. As far as we can tell they're keeping him alive."

"And who exactly is this we you talk of?"

"District 13."

"It was destroyed though—"

"Simply what the Capitol wished everyone to think."

"Then am I correct in guessing that we're in District 13 right now?"

"Yep, underground," replied Seneca.

Cinna looked back towards the window and then towards Seneca. "How did you get here?"

"You mean to District 13?"

"Well that and . . . who you are now."

"What do you mean? I'm me."

"Yes but you're still not the Seneca that I use to know." As if he was trying to prove the point, Cinna tried to sit up but Seneca quickly stopped him.

"Oh no, you still need rest and whatever you want to say can be said lying down."

"As you wish," muttered Cinna. "But as I was saying, there was fire in you before but it was hidden and I still saw fear in those eyes. I don't see that anymore. Fear." He paused as if he wasn't sure he should continue and then, taking a deep breath, added, "I honestly can't say if that's a good or bad thing yet."

Seneca seemed to flinch slightly at his words as he replied, "You're not entirely wrong but I do fear something."

"Which is?"

"The fact that nothing seems to scare me anymore," replied Seneca, looking down at the ground. "I've been in so many different situations, life threatening situations, that I don't fear death. I've tried but I can't. There's just no emotion in that thought."

"Everyone fears death—"

"I don't. Not anymore. All I have is the rebellion. If I die though, nothing changes. No one will cry or morn and it certainly won't add an upper or lower hand to anyone. I've already told the people here everything I know."

"Then I guess you wouldn't care if I told you that your death would worry me."

"Why though?"

"Because you don't deserve to. Besides, I'd like to actually get to know you if we had the chance now. It may have been only an hour or whatever but I still missed you once you had climbed over that wall."

"Fancy that, someone missed me."

"Well you are a very likable person."

"And there you go flirting with me again," joked Seneca with a small smile.

"I'm surprised you even remember that conversation."

"How could I not? You're what gave me that final push of encouragement to leave, physically and mentally."

"I'm glad then that I did. But you must tell me how you got here. And exactly what happened at the Capitol!"

"Tomorrow. You need to rest just a little while longer. Besides, I'm almost positive that President Coin will want to talk to you at some point."

"President Coin?"

"The leader of the rebellion."

"You don't sound extremely fond of her," Cinna commented, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You could say that. Her beliefs are rock solid but some of her methods, I disapprove of to say the least."

"She already sounds like a lovely woman," muttered Cinna sarcastically.

"Yes, well, enough about that. I'll tell you more at a later date. Rest now."

"And Katniss? Can I see her?"

"Yes, but rest now Cinna," he replied softly. Seneca gently pressed against Cinna's shoulder to emphasize his need to stay and sleep. "I want to see you up and well as soon as I can."

Before closing his eyes and trying to get some sleep, Cinna noted that Seneca had said 'I' and not 'we'.