A/N: Hello all hope you like the chapter!
Chapter 7
The next night they were being prepped for the interviews. Prim sat back in the Remake Center as ready as she can be for the longest prep. "Ready?" Cinna asked walking in.
"As I can be."
"Alright, try to stay calm okay?"
"I have been trying to but it's hard."
"I understand that."
"Was it hard for Katniss?"
"Yes it was." He said.
"That does help actually."
"She is very stubborn."
"I definitely know that."
"She got through though and so can you."
"You're sure?"
"Of course I am." He said smiling down at her.
"I'm more nervous about tomorrow and every day after that."
"The arena." He sighed.
"You realize I have no chance of survival right? Even if it wasn't for 2's girl, these whole games are clearly just about Snow getting back at Katniss and for that reason he'll do anything to make sure it ends with my picture in the sky."
"You have Katniss and Haymitch outside and Measel inside to make sure that is not the case."
"None of them would be able to stop him."
"You underestimate all of them then."
"You underestimate Snow."
"No, I know what the man can do."
"Then how do you think they could stop him?"
"They can out smart him."
"How?"
"Haymitch has a better head on his shoulders than most people think."
"I know that but it still seems impossible."
"So did getting two people out of the arena."
"Yeah and look how well that worked out."
"Very, Katniss was just under stress then."
"It didn't work at all."
"Yes it did they made it out alive."
"Now, Peeta's dead and I'm here."
"Katniss had a panic attack."
"I'm still here."
"You will get out."
"And then what? Be like Katniss and all the other victors out there?"
"It's better than being dead."
"Is it really?" Prim asked, skeptical on that.
"I think it is yes."
"Doesn't seem to be," Prim said, shaking her head.
"I would prefer that to death."
"You're not me."
"You should too though."
"They all always seem so miserable though."
"Not always, one victor in 8 has a family."
"I just, I don't know."
"Well, we'll find out."
"Don't tell Katniss."
"That you are worried?"
"That I don't think I want to win."
"I won't."
"I'd already be hurting her too much. She doesn't need to…"
"Prim, it's okay."
"No it not," Prim corrected, shaking her head.
"Yes it is you're afraid, everyone is."
"And there's a good reason everyone is."
"I never said there was not."
"So no, it's not okay."
"It will be now let's get to work."
"Right, so what's the plan?"
"We draw attention to you though in a way that makes you seem cute and innocent."
"In what way?" He took out a floor length orange sleeveless dress with silver jewels right at the breast line and vertical ruffles above it. "Cinna, it's beautiful. Knowing you, does it do anything?"
"It does." He smiled.
"What does it do?"
"It's a surprise."
"Alright, what do I do?"
"Press the first jewel before you go on stage."
"Okay, I definitely will."
"Good, it should be perfect then."
"I have faith in you."
Meanwhile Cady was waiting for her own stylist, and soon enough in walked a man with Zebra print skin. She of course wasn't surprised having been the same one since the parade and just sat on the table with her legs tucked underneath her. "Cady dear, are you ready to see your dress?" he asked. Cady just nodded, her face mostly blank. Noting her attitude, the man uncovered her dress.
It was a short black two strap dress that would fall to just below her knees and zipped up the front on each side where her hips would be were straps to tighten and loosen the fit. Also there were two small zips on either end of the skirt pat that showed a slight bit of red and black plaid. Cady did smile a little seeing it. "It's great."
"I am glad you like it, but what's wrong?" He asked sitting in a seat in front of her.
"I screwed myself over."
"What do you mean dear? You seemed so confident when I last saw you."
"I've been too focused on 12. I know nothing of the other twenty tributes."
"That's alright."
"No it isn't."
"Yes it is you could still study a little bit tonight after all.
"I guess but training would have helped much more. Plus, Kawino wants to protect me no matter what."
"Isn't that good? That increases your odds of going home."
"He deserves to live. He NEEDS to live."
"More than you?" He asked.
"Many more times than me."
"Clearly he disagrees, you are far too young to die here Cady."
"Age is irrelevant. I've lived many times longer in my seven years than he ever has in his sixteen."
"Clearly he disagrees."
"No, he knows it's true. He just doesn't think it's important."
"Then you should respect his wishes shouldn't you?"
"I don't want him to die."
"He doesn't want you to die either."
"So you see the problem?"
"Yes I do." He sighed.
"Do you know what can be done?"
"To help you mean?" Cady nodded staring at the far wall. "I am not sure really." He sighed.
"Of course not." Cady sighed averting her eyes downwards. He noticed her voice was starting to crack.
"Cady dear?" He asked carefully approaching her as the droplets of water began to leak slowly from her eyes.
"I can't take it. This is terrible," she croaked, the tears falling harder.
"Oh dear, no, don't cry." He said. She just kept crying though. He hurried over to the phone. "Can you bring Mr. Yetter here please? Ms. Harring needs some help." He said before hanging up and walking back to her patting her back. "It's okay let it all out." He said.
Kawino was in there almost immediately though. "What happened!? Is she hurt!?" He asked.
"No, she's scared."
"Cady, what's wrong?" He asked gently.
"Everything," she croaked.
Kawino sat in front of her and opened his arms for her. She immediately went into them seeming much more like the seven-year-old girl she is. "It's okay, Cady, it's okay." He said stroking her and rocking her slowly.
"No it isn't, it can't be."
"Shh, it'll be alright." He said.
"There's no way to."
"Hey, I will find a way, Cady," he said, looking her in the eyes.
"I'm not so sure there is any."
"We will find a way."
"How?"
"I am not sure yet, but we still." Kawino said.
"Well… okay… I trust you."
"Good, I'm here for you, Cady," Kawino said.
"And I am for you," she said, wiping her eyes.
"I know, thank you, Cady. I love you. You know that right?"
"I know. I love you, too, Kawino."
"I know. Thank you."
"We make a pretty good team, you know."
"Yeah we do." He admitted.
"You feeling better?" He asked.
"A little," she said, though she kept cuddling into him.
"Is there anything else I can do?"
"Could you stay her?"
"Am I allowed to?" Kawino asked Cady's stylist.
"If your stylist is done with you there is no rule that says you can't."
"Then yes I will," Kawino promised her.
"Okay, thank you, Kawino," she said, hugging him.
"It's my pleasure, Cady."
"I should get my dress on huh?"
"Yeah, you should."
"Okay," she said, getting out of his lap and heading over. Kawino just sat and waited. "So, how do U look?" she asked, smiling a little when she was done.
"You look amazing, Cady."
"Thanks Kawino." She said sitting beside him. "You look good, too," she added.
"Thank you." Kawino said looking at his dark suit.
"You ready?" she asked.
"I am about as ready as I will ever be. Are you?" he asked.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Well I'll be right by the stage when you go on okay?"
"Okay, and so will I. Do I look like I've been crying?"
"No the redness in your eyes is going down."
"Okay, I can't look weak on stage."
"Typical career?" Kawino asked, looking over to her.
"Yeah, can't have people still thinking I'm just some goofy little kid that can't pose a threat to them."
"You still have the ability to go with adorable and likeable."
"That would just make it worse."
"Maybe not no one ever suspects the adorable."
"So what? You want me to become Johanna Mason?"
"Only if you want to."
"Not going to happen."
"Why not?"
"I'm not going to make myself look more expendable than I already do."
"You don't seem expendable."
"To them I do."
"I don't see how."
"I'm seven. No one would ever take me seriously no matter what my district is."
"So, that's what this is all about?"
"All what?"
"Why you won't go with adorable? You want to be taken seriously not underestimated."
"Yeah."
"Well, if you insist.*
"What's your plan?"
"I...really don't know."
"Didn't you and Enobaria discuss something?"
"We did and there were a few options."
"Well, what are they? Maybe I can help."
"Likeable or basic career."
"Likable would be best. Sets you out."
"Yeah, I suppose it would."
"You ready then."
"Yeah I think so." He said hugging her.
"Good, I know you can do it."
"I know you can, too," he said.
"Thank you, Kawino."
"No problem, Cady. Thank you."
"It's my pleasure."
"Mine too."
"How much more time is there?"
"Half an hour."
"Okay, what do we do until then?"
"Sit and wait?"
"That's it?" Kawino asked a bit confused.
"All we can do."
"Well, I guess…?"
"Not used to waiting huh?"
"No I'm not."
"Well do you mind sitting with me?" She asked.
"Well… no."
"Just new?"
"Yeah, kind of weird."
"Well, it's called relaxing. It's like sleeping, but you stay awake."
"That's doesn't make any sense."
"Yeah, I suppose it is a bit confusing."
"So, just do nothing?"
"Well, we can talk."
"Okay, about what?"
"Umm...what do you think of the capital so far?"
"Not really much of an opinion actually."
"Really of nothing not even the food?"
"Well, there's certainly a lot of it and kind of confusing."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, like, sometimes it can be hard to tell what's food and what's not."
"I have been having trouble there too."
"Really?" he asked, honestly surprised by that.
"Things are odd here."
"I just assumed it was just me."
"No not this time...it's just different here."
"That part's pretty clear."
"Yeah so we are all confused."
"I find that hard to believe."
"It's true though it's a new place."
"Just seemed stupid to me."
"What?" She asked.
"To make the mistake."
"Oh no it's not."
"I don't believe you. And what's with the tiny tridents they always give?"
"Oh, those are called forks; they are for eating."
"Oh, same with the really dull knives?"
"Yeah."
"Okay what about the… I don't know… I guess it's kind of like a shovel."
"A spoon, you mean?"
"If that's what it's called."
"That is what it's called."
"So, you use it to eat, too?"
"Yeah you do."
"Why does it require so many things?"
"For different foods." Cady said.
"How so?"
"Like soup needs a spoon."
"Okay?"
"Because it's liquid mostly."
"So, why don't you just drink it?"
"It also has vegetables."
"Sounds odd."
"It is a bit with some soups," she admitted.
"There are different kinds."
"Yeah, tons."
"Even weirder."
"Yeah, I admit we don't need as many as we have."
"Why is there?"
"Some people like some of them others don't."
"It's still confusing."
"Maybe yeah."
All too soon all tributes were headed to the stage for their interviews. Kawino tried to hide his nerves knowing he only has three tributes to wait through before his own. "You'll be great." Cady said from her position beside him. Kawino nodded swallowing a lump. "I'll be right over here." She reminded.
"I know."
"Does that help?" She asked.
"A bit."
"Well, at least that's something. Don't worry Kawino I promise we will get through these."
"Thank you, Cady."
"No problem, you'll be there for me too right?" She asked.
"Of course I will."
She smiled hugging him and saying; "Thanks Kawino you're all I have left these days."
"What about your parents back home?"
"I spend more time with you than them."
"Still not the only one though."
"You mean the most to me."
"You really mean that?"
"Yeah, I really mean that."
"I hadn't realized I meant that much."
"You do, to me." She said.
"Why?"
"Because, you seem to always care about me no matter what."
"That doesn't mean you have to."
"I do though."
"It doesn't really make sense."
"Love never really does, but you do make me feel safe."
"I've never known much about love."
"Well, you get to now."
"What do you mean?"
"Know a little more about love."
"How so?"
"Well, do you like knowing I care about you?"
"Yeah, I do actually."
"That's a part of love."
"It is?"
"Yeah, a part of it."
"Kind of like with Clove. You would and did do anything for her."
"Well, that's true but I'm not your brother," he pointed out.
"You may as well be."
"Well, I guess so."
"See?"
"Well, thank you."
"I love you, Kawino."
"I love you, too, Cady."
"Thanks, Kawino."
Soon the actual interviews were starting. Cady waited and soon it was her turn. "Cady Harring!" Caesar called. Cady stood up straight and went onto stage confidently perching herself on the back of her chair. "Well that was in impressive jump." He started off clapping.
"Just one of my many talents." Cady smirked.
"You seem very confident for one so young," he pointed out.
"Age is but a number. I was the youngest Career to get into the advanced class at the Special Academy and could easily beat Cato at a fair sword fight since age four."
"That is incredible Cato was a great competitor."
"Yes he was but I'm like a cross between him and Rue, only better."
"That is an awfully bold claim."
"Maybe but it's true. You'll all see in the arena though. I'd tell the other tributes to watch their backs but they won't even see me coming."
"So you think victory for you is guaranteed?"
"If I want it to be."
"If?" He asked confused.
"Kawino deserves to win more."
"He does? Why is that?"
"It's not my place to go into specifics but he deserves to make a new life for himself."
"Oh, well then, how do you feel about your score?"
"I'm very happy with it."
"Want to tell us how that all happened?"
"You know that's illegal, Caesar."
"Oh, of course, so when you first started you were targeting 12 is that still the case?" Caesar asked.
"Definitely. Even more so if anything."
"Really, is this all do to Cato?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Surely you couldn't blame that on Prim."
"No but her sister needs to learn what she put me through."
"So this is all about vengeance for you?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"What happens if you don't succeed?"
"I will succeed."
"You seem confident."
"Haven't we already well-established that I am?"
"Yes, it's just for one so young it is unexpected."
"How many times do you plan on pointing that out in this interview?"
"When it stops being surprising." He chuckled before moving on. "I do have to ask given all you have said, do you intend to win or try and get your partner to win?
"Try and get my partner to win. The real trick will be getting him to want to."
This caught people interest in Kawino which is what Cady wanted smirking as her time ran out. "Cady Haring of District 2, everyone!" She jumped down and curtsied before leaving the stage.
She headed straight back to Kawino. "You did great," he told her, right before his own name was called.
"Ladies and gentlemen form District 2 Kawino Yetter!" He tried to look pretty confident but not arrogant as he made his way onto the stage. He seemed to do well judging by the cheers as he sat down on the leather chair. "So, Kawino how are you enjoying your time here so far?"
"Everything's been amazing. Certainly much better than back home."
"Oh is that so? Are you saying you don't wish to win?"
"Now Caesar, I never said that."
"Oh, so you do want to win eh?"
"I'm not really sure actually. I don't want to lose Cady. She's been like a little sister to me."
"Oh you mean your district partner?"
"Yeah, she really means a lot to me."
"Would you say you value her more?"
"More than what?"
"More than victory."
"Yes I do. I already lost Clove, I couldn't go on without her either."
There was a loud collective "Aww." From the crowd.
"That is sweet," he said somewhat sadly.
"So, I'm just not really sure what to do."
"That is a very tough spot to be in I would imagine."
"It really is but I'll certainly try as long as I can."
"Alright, so your score, can you tell us how you got that?"
"Well, I'm not allowed to go into specifics but I've been very prepared for these games."
"You have been? That seems like an interesting story."
"Well, that's all I ever did," he admitted clearly hesitant.
"What do you mean?" He asked confused.
"I was never not training besides to go to the bathroom or Reapings and, on rare occasions, to eat or sleep."
"You were abused?" he asked.
"That's putting it very lightly, actually."
"Why would anyone abuse you?"
"They were evil," Kawino grumbled.
"They?"
"My parents."
"I just can't imagine anyone wanting to abuse you, especially parents."
"Well, they did. They didn't to Clove though. I made sure they never hurt her and she was always their favorite anyways. I made a deal with them years ago that they can do whatever they want to me as long as she was kept safe and out of it." That seemed to get even more people on his side as they all looked concerned for him. "It didn't stop at the training and refusal of food and sleep though."
"You can't be telling us there's more?"
"I really wish I could say that was all but they had beaten me many times a day, more often than not with actual weapons. They also constantly said that I'm useless and unless I'm absolutely perfect and unbeatable no one would ever love me."
Now there were cries of outrage and Caesar himself looked sickened which was rare for him. "They did that to their own child?"
Kawino nodded glaring down at the ground. "For twelve years."
There was silence, no one seemed to know what to say. Then the timer for Kawino's interview went off. "Uhm...ladies and gentlemen Kawino Yetter." There were cheers but they sounded kind of more awkward than normal.
Cady was sad but proud at how well he had done. "You didn't tell me you were gonna do that," she said once he was back by her.
"I wasn't planning on it. It just sort of happened," he added.
"Well, it certainly caught everyone's attention and sympathy which I know you don't usually like but in this case it will easily mean sponsors."
"Hope so it increases our odds."
"I'm certain it will. Great job, Kawino."
"You really think so?" he asked.
"Yeah, they loved you."
"Now the whole world knows."
"That's a good thing though. In fact, that includes the Peacekeepers," Cady pointed out. "They're probably dead already."
"You know...I hope so." He said.
"So do I and if I know anything about our Peacekeeping force, they either are or a public execution is being arranged."
"Either way works for me."
"So, there's no reason to worry. It is a great thing."
Meanwhile in 2 a man and women were being held at gun point. 'That little useless bastard.' The woman kept thinking to herself glaring at the ground to avoid looking at the gun.
"Search the home we will wait down here for you." The head peacekeeper said in a deep commanding voice.
A group of Peacekeepers headed straight to the Special Academy knowing from file they were house in a loft above it. The living room wall was covered in weapons of all sizes. One of them took a picture for evidence but they kept searching.
A different one found Kawino and Clove's old room there the only things that weren't clearly Clove's were a bare mattress on the ground and a training outfit in the corner, both of which almost completely ruined by blood and sweat.
He also noticed the outfit was padded and smaller than anyone his age and social status should be able to fit into. If he did, he had to have been starved most of his life just as the boy said.
Being a peacekeeper, the second in command had seen everything form raids, to executions and hadn't ever batted an eyelash, but this...this made him feel physically sick. 'Who does this to their own child?' He thought thinking of his own daughter as he picked up the bloody training uniform. He took a picture of the mattress and headed out almost desperate.
He brought down the photo as well as the blood soaked uniform and presented them. "I think it's more than enough evidence to return to Head Peacekeeper Frol," he said, trying to keep his voice steady and firm.
"Okay then let's go."
They headed straight back to Frol obviously with the evidence. He showed what he had found. Frol looked over the evidence then at his gun, down at the 'parents'. "It's much better than they deserve."
"Public execution then?"
"Yes but not in the normal way." Frol decided and prodded the barrel of his gun against the woman's chest. "Right here, still fatal, less instant. These bastards need to know pain." He shifted his gun and put a bullet through her bicep.
She screamed out in pain and fell to the ground writhing. Her husband's face contorted and he struggled uselessly against the restraints on his wrists. "Mantear!"
"Don't worry you get one too." He said taking aim for his bicep as well and firing. He screamed as well.
"Stay down."
"Bastard," the man grumbled through gritted teeth.
Frol did hear though and kicked him in the stomach bending to down to look him in the eye with a smirk. "Look who's talking."
"You have no right to torture us!"
"Actually, yes, I do. It's part of the job. Just need a reason which we certainly do with you two."
"We did nothing any parent wouldn't."
"Then explain this!" Frol yelled, throwing the bloody uniform down by his face.
"Kids bleed during training from time to time."
"I am well aware but never this much. This is a completely different story. Not to mention that it shouldn't be able to fit any sixteen-year-old except maybe a mason's child for clearly the same reason it can fit him."
"He's clearly fine though; you saw him!"
"Based on what?"
"He didn't look hurt to me."
"Are you blind or just stupid?!"
"He was fine."
"Not even close."
"He didn't seem harmed."
"Whether or not you two are really this stupid, you should realize that nothing you say could save you." The man glared at him. "Mort, get the execution scheduled." Frol told his second-in-command.
"Yes sir!" The blonde man said.
"As soon as we can." Frol added.
"Yes, Sir, I will get things moving," he said kicking each of them as he left the room.
"You guys just don't understand." The woman hissed spitting out blood. "We saved his life! We made sure he's ready for everything he'll face tomorrow!"
"You tortured him for years!"
"It was necessary!"
"You made it so that he seems to trust nearly no one."
"Trust can be dangerous."
"So can a lack of trust."
"He doesn't trust no one at all."
"He barely trusts anyone."
"He's fine with those he does."
"Did you ever stop to think what would happen if he was never put into the games?"
"It was a necessary risk."
"Really so what would you have done with your damaged child who trusts few then?"
"He would have found his own way."
"I am not so sure."
"He would have!"
"He also would have hated you! Your own son hates you both!"
"We know that. It wasn't our goal for him to like us."
"Then you failed as parents!"
"In what way?!"
"In every way! Parents are supposed to care for their children not abuse and starve them!"
"So what? We should have just let him die?"
"You should have trained him like a normal child."
"We're trainers and he is our son. It was our duty to make sure he was as prepared as possible."
"You over did it."
"That's a matter of opinion."
"It's a statement of fact."
"I don't see any way we could have unless it killed him which it obviously didn't."
"What if training killed him?"
"It didn't."
"That doesn't answer the question."
"We made sure it wouldn't. We wouldn't have let it go that far."
"Could've fooled me with all the blood loss and lack of food and water. Not to mention the possibility of cardiac arrest from being pushing far beyond his physical limits and of course suicide."
"Suicide?" She asked
"It's when someone's so miserable in life that they purposefully kill themselves."
"He...He wouldn't do that," she said.
"I'M HONESTLY SHOCKED HE NEVER HAD!"
"HE WOULDN'T! HE COULDN'T!"
"YOU TORTURED HIM FOR AS LING AS HE COULD REMEMBER!"
"SO MY PARENTS DID THE SAME TO ME AND I DIDN'T!" She shouted before her eyes went wide and filled with tears. "He wouldn't... he's stronger than me."
That actually caused Frol to fall back a step having certainly not expected that but then his face only grew hotter. "IF THAT'S TRUE THEN YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND THE HELL YOU HAVE PUT THAT BOY THROUGH MORE THAN ANYONE!"
"I THOUGHT I WAS KEEPING HIM SAFE! THAT'S HOW THEY..." She paused before continuing in a smaller voice "That's how they always put it as keeping me safe."
"Did you believe them as a kid?"
"Well I...I didn't know any better I came to realize they were right...they made me not useless..." she muttered.
"They were not right and neither are you!"
"They weren't?"
"No! If that were true do you think that everyone that didn't have that stuff done to them is useless?!"
"I...I don't know," she said.
"Do you know if you're parents are still alive?"
"Yeah they are."
"Well, though you won't be able to save yourself it may help to know that we will look into them right away."
"Why can't I save myself? I need to apologize," she said.
"Because no matter what sick reason you guys might have for what you did you both need to be executed for child abuse and neglect."
"I never meant it to go so far though..." she said, crying.
"It did though!"
"I didn't want it too."
"That doesn't change the facts!"
"I need to make things right though!"
"Even if we let you, you'd probably never be able to."
"Why can't you let me at least try!? If I fail, execute me?"
He stared at her thinking carefully she unlike her husband was clearly not in her right state of mind. Given her claimed past, he considered a mental evaluation. Like the one's given to victors when they kill someone. "Fine, you will be held for mental evaluation," he said
"Really?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Yes really," he said.
"What about Drusus though?"
"He was in a perfectly sane state of mind."
"So you're going to kill him?"
"Yes we are." Mantear laid her head back down on the ground starting to cry. "It's what needs to be done, and your parents will be brought in."
"I love Drusus though. He saved me. He was the only one I told about my parents."
"And did he help you avoid becoming like them or encourage it?"
"…Encourage it."
"Then he needs to be dealt with."
"No please, he can't die."
"It is what needs to be done."
"He's all I have! All I've ever had!"
"He is a manipulative monster who needs to die." She just cried harder though "It is what needs to happen."
"My parents will be killed too though?" she asked, somehow managing to calm down enough.
"Yes, in all likelihood."
"Do you have any kind of proof of what they did to you?" She nodded slowly lifting her shirt to show her stomach. It was still bone skinny and had more scar tissue than clear skin. He stood in shock for a short time. "How come you never reported this?"
"I...I didn't know what to do. I was so scared," she whispered.
"It's a cycle." He sighed.
"A cycle?"
"Usually this kind of thing one of three ways: either they grow up to be exactly the same and the cycle continues, they work really hard to never be like their parents and succeed breaking the cycle, or they never have kids in fear of the first situation. The last may or may not break the cycle since there are most forms of abuse."
She didn't know what to say, it was scary to think she may have scared her son off having kids at all. She was pretty curtain he wouldn't end up hurting his own kids but it seemed much more likely now that he wouldn't want them. "I won't let that happen," she said.
"Won't let what happen?"
"The cycle continue."
"Well, we hope it doesn't."
"I will make sure it doesn't."
"It's not really your decision anymore."
"I will help him."
"Assuming he'll give you a second glance."
"Yeah and assuming I survive."
"Both of which are exceedingly unlikely."
"I know."
"After all, he does still have to pass."
"Right, of course," she said.
"You realize what the chances are that he would even trying to be brutal enough are right?"
"Yes, I know."
"Making sure," Frol said, right as Mort got back.
"Ready to go sir."
"Good but I have one change."
"Yes sir?"
Frol explained the whole situation.
"Oh my goodness, alright, we'll find the family."
"Definitely though I think, all things considered, we should run a mental evaluation on Mantear here before deciding where to go."
"Right, of course, Sir."
"Get her to the justice building."
"Yes, Sir! What about the man's execution though?" Mort asked.
"It proceeds," he said.
"Obviously, when though?"
"With the other two."
"Okay, do you know how to find them?"
"Look into the city records."
"You get her there, I'll find the parents."
"Yes, Sir." Mort picked Mantear off the ground realizing she's disgustingly light. "I will get her medical attention
"Would be best." He nodded as they all headed out.
A/N: See you all next chapter!