A ridiculous amount of fragranced bubbles slash around me. Octavia hums a soft song under her breath as we are prepared, we would begin prepping today, and by tomorrow we would begin filming things we were to be informed of at a later date, they had already sent out a few hovercrafts to go on the first rescues expedition, it was rumored everything from district two and up had been charred up to bits, no life forms had crept out of those ashes in weeks and I knew nothing would. My mother helps prepare me since there isn't as much staff as back in the Capitol. Katniss sits in the tub with me, her long hair being pulled out of their knots, unlike me she's not too hard to mend, a couple of scars fold across her back and one on her temple, where I had gotten her back in my games. Whereas I am completely a mess, with scars and sun marks that move in weird patterns across my body, small patches of sunburned skin falls out in the acidy water, once they begin to wash it, I notice my hair still has blood from that shower in the arena, deeply singed hair falls into the tub as I am continued in this restless exercise they call beautifying. I sigh when the first part is over, the prep team begin to work on my hair, and Mrs. Everdeen who is also very good with braiding comes along to help out. My mother stands off to the side, picking out fabrics coin wanted us to use to make our Mockingjay costumes, Portia designs the costumes with a very skilled hand that almost reminds me of Cinna's one. I slowly examine myself, the woman I was forming out to be was quite surprising, I had always thought of myself as a bit of a tom boy, in the first games, I would have hated myself for looking this way, almost like Katniss's twin. They scrub my freckles away with hard sponges and some weird skin clearing formula, a scented spray is showered onto us at the last moment. "We'll have make up tomorrow and then were going on Camera." Peeta waits to walk us to our room, he had been recovered for filming too Portia had whipped up some new clothes for him to wear in under an hour, his ash blonde bangs are chopped and slicked back like he'd used to wear, He smiles at us taking Katniss's arm, which she gives to him without resistance. "So how was it?" He asks us in a casual tone, I shrug. "I hate to say this but, very relaxing." I laugh. Even though I am soothed I can't forget that Cato will be being rescued in a matter of minutes. I can imagine the large planes speeding across the nation, diving into the prison walls.
The room is filled with freshly made clothes along with the new clothes Cinna had made before the games. I slowly begin to fold the nicely sewn garments trying to make the starchy lines stay. Once I'm sure that none of these outfits will wrinkle up I toss them under my bed. I slowly sigh, leaning back Katniss is awake when the lights shut off, and she keeps her eyes on me, trying to find sleep within my face. "I'm worried." I speak in a soft voice. She doesn't know how to respond, I can tell by how she moves her brows she doesn't want to hurt my feelings, I know she want to talk about the possibility of Cato being a corpse by now. I had attended every Mockingjay session since that interview he had and ever since then the Capitol had been quite, with the exception of the continues bombing videos they shared with us daily, more districts had dropped from their hard fists, making their supplies lower and making ours stronger, people from more of the lowered districts had begun arriving, filling the districts rooms, we'd most likely get new roommates in a few days, it had been rumored the people from ten and Nine were closing in on the district.
"It'll all be fine Clove, we have to do this , not just for Coin, but for the sake of all of the people harmed in this, we both have to make up for all those people we killed." She says. I nod, even though I know that this room is almost too tinted to see anything in this dark light. She continues. "Clove." She whispers. I don't respond because I know she'll speak without one. "I am so sorry for all the harm I did to you, I had no idea you loved Cato, if I knew that, then well, maybe I would have had a heart." She says. I giggle. "Katniss, that's what made us fight, we were so much alike, we both were smart, and beautiful but to humble to notice, we hated people, I hated Cato for a while, but then I saw that he wasn't just a stupid meat head." I smirk, "everyone has two sides to their story, and we just have to ask for the better side." I smile, the thoughts of Cato makes me blush about nothing. It's weird, thinking of them loading him into their ships, shooting down watching guards, a small frog slides down my throat. "I can't wait for my better side to come back to me." I smile, hugging myself softly, the crave is so strong I want to cry, but me being too strong to be weak ever again, decides not to. Cato, if you can hear my prayers tonight, come to me.