A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I'm almost done this story, just a few more chapters to go! Hope you enjoy!
"He killed him," Peeta says quietly, almost in disbelief.
"I'm leaving this up to the three of you, but I suggest we don't tell Madge yet," Boggs says as he turns the screen off. "I only say this because President Coin doesn't know about anything that happened, and telling Madge leaves a risk of that information getting out. But at the same time, I feel like she has the right to know what happened to her own father."
I can't think at all right now. My mind is foggy, I don't even feel like I'm in the room anymore.
Death. Something I've witnessed and experienced so much of, yet still, I struggle to find a way to cope. My father. Rue. Thresh. Vick. John. Countless others, and yet I'm still just as speechless now as I've ever been before.
I barely knew him. I had met him before, when I used to sell strawberries to Madge. If I went to Madge's house to do homework. Nothing more than the normal greetings and farewells you'd give somebody. Of course, our only real conversation was when I was reaped, and that barely counts.
But still, it pains my heart knowing he was killed, and it's most likely my fault. I look over at Peeta and see that he feels the same way. The blank expression doesn't leave when Boggs walks out of the room either.
"It's times like these that make me wonder why I ever gave up drinking," Haymitch says quietly. "One of my closest friends. A true rebel."
Peeta and I don't interrupt. When Haymitch begins to talk about things from his past, we listen. These conversations don't happen often with him.
"He's a big reason why we were able to plan the rebellion," Haymitch says quietly. "He kept the peacekeepers off our backs."
It isn't much, but Peeta and I both give him a hug. This war has taken a toll on all of us, and a lot of families.
"What do we do?" Peeta says quietly. "Madge deserves to know…"
"Madge also tried to blow you both up not even twenty four hours ago," Haymitch says. "Let me think about it for a few days. Until then, don't say a word to her. If anything gets back to President Coin, we're all guilty of treason."
He's right. We're doing exactly what President Coin threatened us for.
"Well, we'd better all head to our next activity of the day then," Peeta says as he stands up. He seems a little sore from yesterday. That mutt hit him pretty hard, not to mention the explosion.
Just like that, our small meeting is over.
It's been a week since our visit to District 12. My mother and Prim were pretty happy I got my father's hunting jacket from our old home.
It broke my heart when Prim asked about Buttercup. I hadn't seen him when I checked my old house for anything I needed, not that I was searching for him anyway. I'm sure that cat is fine. He killed plenty of mice and rats when we were in the Seam. I didn't mention this to Prim, but the one thing that does worry me is the mutts. I try not to think about that possibility though.
Haymitch has decided not to tell Madge about what happened to her father. I'm sure she'll hate us for our decision when she does eventually find out, but for now, we need to keep this a secret. Too much is at stake to risk this getting out.
This whole week has consisted of meetings with President Coin and the heads of District 13 to discuss their needs from me as the Mockingjay. They seem to be getting nowhere though. Even Haymitch and Plutarch have been quiet all week, which is very unlike them, considering almost everything I've been forced to do has been one of their ideas.
I'm sure the same topic will be discussed for today's meeting as well. The sixth day in a row, with no new ideas.
"Attention," Coin starts her speech. "We have won over almost every district. Unfortunately, due to the mutt attacks throughout the districts, our numbers are quite thin. We are gathered today to discuss how to convert the rest of the districts, and convince all of them to fight with us. We need every last one of them."
"Can we go back over the numbers one more time?" Plutarch says.
"Our goal is around seven hundred and fifty thousand rebels on our side, willing to fight," Coin says. "We're only at roughly five hundred thousand as of yesterday. We're in communications with a few rebels in each district, and we've been informed that we still have some civilians on the ropes about joining this war. We need to give them hope that we can win, that they aren't joining a lost cause."
"We've been discussing this for a week, and still no ideas," Plutarch says quietly. "Nothing substantial enough to change anyone's minds. We can send Katniss to fight, have her do more propos, but we need something more…"
I've been thinking of something since day one, but have been too afraid to say it. Afraid of their reactions, and afraid of Peeta's reaction. Maybe even afraid of my own feelings on the subject, but the more I think about it, the more I feel I'm ready.
"We could have a wedding," I say as I sit up in my chair. All eyes are on me. Either nobody expected me to speak at all during this meeting, or nobody expected me to say that, but either way, they are all surprised.
"A wedding…" Plutarch says to himself.
"You said they need hope," I say quietly. "Hope that we can win this war. Well, what gives more hope than a wedding?"
I look over at Peeta, trying to gauge his reaction. He doesn't show any emotion at all. A blank expression on his face, which is more scary than if he looked upset, honestly.
"It's certainly an idea," Haymitch says with a chuckle. "I like it."
"Surprisingly, I do as well," President Coin says. "It'd have to be small. But we can allocate some funds towards a nice looking wedding for the cameras."
"Only if Peeta wants to," I say, realizing how bad of a spot I've put him in. I look over again, seeing his expression has changed to one of confusion.
"Sure," he says as he stands up. "Let's have a wedding." He walks out of the Command Center.
I quickly stand up and follow him, disregarding Coin's orders to stay seated. I chase him into the hallway until I catch up to him, grabbing his hand.
"What?" I ask. "I left it up to you!"
"Left it up to me?" he asks, snapping almost. "You didn't ask me beforehand! I want this Katniss, but I want it the right way, I don't want a wedding for show! I wanted this to be real!"
I don't answer for a second, thinking, realizing what he thinks this is.
"Is it not real?" I ask quietly. "It feels pretty real to me." He finally looks at me. "Ask me."
"Ask you what?" he says.
He knows what I want him to ask, so I keep quiet until he finally does. Maybe he's scared of the question, or scared of the answer, but eventually, he asks:
"Real or not real?"
I look him in the eyes as I answer, "real, Peeta. So very real. I've thought about it all week. I wasn't sure how to tell you, but I'm ready. I want this. More than you will ever know."
He smiles slightly. "Okay," he says. Nothing left needs to be said.
Weddings. I always thought weddings were cliche. Capitol weddings, anyway. In District 12, you and your soon to be husband would go to the Justice Building to fill out wedding forms and get assigned a house. Normally, the bride would rent a wedding dress, while the groom would wear nice clothes not covered in coal dust from the mines. You would have both of your family over for a small meal. If you could afford it, you might get a cake from Mellark's bakery too. After dinner, the newlyweds enter their new home for the first time while their guests sing a traditional wedding song. Everyone would gather around the fireplace for the toasting. The couple would toast a piece of bread together and share it, commemorating their marriage. No one really feels married until the toasting.
But here in District 13, weddings are not like that. There is no tradition, no ceremony. From what I've learned, you barely have a choice here on who you marry to begin with.
A few years ago, a pox outbreak killed a good amount of the population at District 13, and left many more infertile. Those that still have the capacity to reproduce don't have a say in who they are with.
I pray this war is over soon, so that can change.
Peeta and I have become pretty good friends with Finnick and Annie. They sit with us at lunch and dinner every day now, and we relate to them well considering all that has happened. The things they've told us about Snow has left me uncomfortable that I've ever been in his vicinity to begin with though.
"We're really glad you guys won together," Finnick said one day during dinner. "I'm sure Haymitch has told you before, but you guys choosing the Star Crossed Lovers role was the smartest move you could have chosen regarding your futures."
At first, I thought he was saying that in terms of just winning the Games. That we were smart for playing that act for the audience. But I was very wrong.
"Because he can't sell us?" Peeta asked.
It didn't surprise me when he said it, but my mind didn't immediately go there from what Finnick said.
"He would have made a fortune off of you guys," Finnick says with a sad smile. "The Capitolites loved you both. If either one of you guys won alone…"
"Especially you, Peeta," Annie chimed in quietly. "Rumors travel fast, and one that I happened to hear was a bid on you. It's disgusting."
"Of course, Snow couldn't take the money though," Finnick says. "Like Annie said, rumors travel fast. If it got out that a Capitolite got a night with either of you, your romance angle would have collapsed on itself, making Snow look worse. Thankfully, he decided to keep you guys together as one entity in the Capitol. Every poster or banner was both of you, together. Even if it was an act at first, it saved your innocence."
He didn't have to say it, but Peeta and I both understood immediately. Finnick was prostituted by President Snow, probably before he even turned eighteen. The youngest Victor ever… It makes me sick, knowing Snow did something like that.
"If you don't mind me asking, why didn't you and Annie do the romance angle as well?" Peeta asks. "I mean, the romance was there already, it wouldn't have been hard to pull off."
"Snow would never have allowed that," Finnick says. "I made him too much money for him to allow us to be together. I was worried that he'd do something to Annie far worse than what he'd done to me."
"The Capitol loves a show, and my Games wasn't necessarily the most spectacular win," Annie says. "I was never in the spotlight, not like Finnick or you guys. I was paraded around for less than a year, then swept under the rug, which I'm thankful for because it has saved me from a lot of suffering from Snow, but at the same time, makes me very disposable. Snow could kill me in an 'accident' and not many Capitolites would bat an eye."
"So to answer your question, it wasn't a possibility. It was way too risky," Finnick says. "And besides, I had no choice in what Snow wanted to do with me when I was younger, so instead of payment in money from whoever it is he wanted me to sleep with, I chose payment in secrets. Secrets about Snow and any other person in power in the Capitol. Secrets that will help bring them down soon."
Secrets. Everyone has them, but President Snow… I'm sure his secrets may be his undoing.
"But enough about this," Finnick says. "Let's talk about your wedding!"
That conversation replayed over and over in my mind as I tried to sleep that night. And the next morning. And the next.
Over and over, I thought about how lucky Peeta and I are. When you think you have it bad, remember that someone else has it worse. That is a lesson I'm still learning.
Peeta and I have talked about it, and we want Finnick and Annie to get married too. A double marriage, so to say. It doesn't affect what Plutarch and Coin want, and seeing two of our friends have a night of happiness seems like a win for Peeta and I as well. We haven't asked them yet, but I assume they'll agree.
Yet for some reason, I'm nervous to ask. So one day, about a week before this planned wedding, I decide to throw the question out there at dinner.
"You guys should get married with us," I say before I take a bite of food. They both look up, a little surprised. "If you guys are ready, of course."
"That isn't a bad idea," Finnick says. "But it's your day. We can't steal the show like that."
"It can be our day," Peeta says. "And trust me, you'd be taking a lot of pressure off of us. We'd be able to actually enjoy our wedding, and plus, you're our best friends, we'd be happy to share this day with you guys."
"We'd love to," Annie says.
"I can talk to Plutarch about it," I say. "You guys just have to be ready in a week from now."
"Can't wait!" they say.
Plutarch went along with it with zero complaint at all. Actually, he was more excited than we were about the double wedding.
"You're a genius Katniss," he says as he stands up. "A literal genius. The Capitol wanted entertainment. Let's give them what they want, while giving the Districts what they need. Hope. I have to go start planning," he says as he walks away.
Huh. I normally can't get them to leave me alone, and yet, I barely got four words in before he left.
A wedding is a lot of preparation, apparently. While Finnick and Annie enjoy this much more than I do, I try not to come off as ungrateful. President Coin would most likely have never allowed anyone else to use as many valuable resources for their wedding. I know she gains from this too, but I still appreciate her allowing it. Maybe she's starting to like me.
Probably not.
Annie and I both get to choose a white wedding dress, and while they have been used for decades now, they actually are in pretty good shape. Seeing myself in the dress makes this all so much real. In a few days, I will be Katniss Mellark.
I don't know if I'm rushing it. If I'm not thinking this through long enough, or making a mistake, but for the first time in a long time, I'm okay with it. With taking the risk. I think… It will be worth it.
Prim is almost more excited than I am. She has always visits Peeta and I in our living quarters regularly, but now, she seems to be here every night for an hour or two to talk about the wedding.
"How will you do your hair Katniss?" she asks, along with several other questions, not even giving me a chance to answer any of them. "What about your nails? Is Effie making you put on makeup?"
"Relax Prim," I say with a laugh. "I don't know the answers to any of your questions. I'm just along for the ride."
"I'm sorry, I'm just so happy," she says, trying to contain her smile. "I'm going to have a brother!"
"Well your brother says it's time for bed," Peeta says with a laugh as he stands up and throws her over her shoulder, spinning her around. After a few seconds, he puts her down. "But Katniss has a question for you first."
"How would you like to be my maid of honor?" I ask. Her eyes light up and she nods.
"Of course I will!" she says. Peeta and I laugh. This girl went through hell in the Capitol, and yet, her smile hasn't faded, and her light that she shines hasn't dulled in the slightest. I give her a hug, thanking Peeta in my head for protecting her in the Capitol.
"Goodnight, little duck," I say as she walks out. She quacks before leaving.
"I'm going to have a sister," Peeta says quietly to me. I just smile at him.
"Yes, you will," I say. "She loves you. Ever since the Games, she's always wanted us to be together. A few weeks after we arrived in District 12, she started singing 'Katniss and Peeta sitting in a cave,'" I say with a laugh. At first, I didn't find it funny at all, but Prim must have known something I didn't.
The night before the wedding, normally the bride and the groom do not see each other in District 13. But I don't think either of us would get any sleep if that were the case, so we decide to break that rule.
"I never thought this day would come," Peeta says while I lay on his chest.
I smile. "Me either. I used to be against this. I never wanted to get married, never cared for love. But I'm happy."
"I am too," he says, kissing my head. "I wish my family were here to see me. My dad would be so proud."
"He is proud, Peeta," I whisper. "Our dads are so damn proud. They're looking down on us right now with smiles on their faces." I have tears in my eyes. "Your brothers, I remember you telling me that they teased you for liking me, but right now, they're all looking down on us, happy we've made it this far. Even your mom," I say, not sure if it's the right thing to say.
"I hope so," he says.
"They might not be here for us anymore, not physically, but they're always in our hearts Peeta. I see them in you every day," I say. I feel him beginning to cry. "They're so proud of you…" I can't contain my tears either. He just holds me, not saying anything else, until we fall asleep.
The next morning is chaotic, to say the least. I woke up alone, not sure where Peeta went off too. And I didn't find him before Effie was knocking on my door, telling me it was time to get ready. While it is my wedding, this is for the cameras as well, so we do still have to be prepped sadly.
Thankfully though, it hasn't been too long since I was last prepped, so my torture ends soon enough. The longer the day goes on, the more nervous I get. I haven't seen Peeta since last night, and I miss him.
I haven't seen Annie and Finnick either. Probably part of Plutarch's plan, to record our reactions to seeing each other. I guess I can't complain.
In just a few hours, I'll be a married woman. I never would have thought.
I spend the next few hours doing my favorite thing ever… Etiquette training with Effie. She tries to teach me slow dancing, since apparently, Peeta says I step on his feet when we dance. I want to be mad, but it's true, I spend half the time apologizing while we dance because I don't know where my feet are supposed to go.
So Effie trains me. After an hour, I'd say I have improved. It isn't perfect, but still enough to get some good shots of us dancing together for Plutarch.
It's almost time. I heard the announcement on the speakers for everyone to make their way to the dining hall about thirty minutes ago. Since then, the hallways have cleared of any people. Effie leads me to the dining hall myself, making small talk while we walk.
"You look lovely, Katniss," she says.
"Thank you Effie," I say with a small smile.
"If one good thing came out of all of the bad we've all gone through, I think it's today," she says. "This is your day. Enjoy every minute of it. I know it isn't the same as your traditions at home, but remember, just because it's on camera doesn't mean it isn't special."
I hug Effie, and thank her. She's grown so much too. She still gets dirty looks in the dining hall sometimes, but she isn't the same Effie everyone knew from the Capitol. She isn't the same Effie everyone saw on the television before reapings. I have so much respect for her now.
I let go of Effie and take a step back. "I'll see you inside. I'm so happy for you Katniss," she says as she walks away. As soon as she's gone, Haymitch appears.
"Are you ready?" he asks with a smirk. "It was about time you and him made this thing official."
I give him a face before I answer. "Honestly, I'm not ready at all," I say with a laugh. "I think that's what makes this so exciting. Because I'm not ready for any of it, and I'm okay with that."
"I'm proud of you, Sweetheart," he says. I hear music begin to play from behind the doors. "Somehow, you two have found a way to not only survive, but thrive, and I'm thankful I get to witness these moments."
"Don't make me cry," I say sarcastically. "I love you Haymitch. Thank you."
"It's time," he says. He puts his arm out, inviting me to wrap my arm around his. My father isn't here to walk me down the aisle, so it's only fitting that Haymitch be the one to do so. He holds the door open for me and walks me inside.
For a District 13 wedding, it's beautiful. Plants and trees line the walls, with lights shining on them. Flowers on every table and an arch at the end of the path I'm walking with flowers and more plants. All the attention is focused on us, as the lights are brighter on the small circular stage, where a podium and Peeta is. Behind him are two important people in our lives.
Gale, and Rory stand behind him, dressed up as well, but not to the extent Peeta is. Their proud smiles tell me everything I need to hear from them. Even Gale has a tear in his eye.
I look at Peeta when I reach the stage. He looks handsome, with his hair done and a big smile on his face, tears in his eyes. I try not to show any of mine. He's been waiting for this moment for years, and I hope he's as happy as I am right now.
Haymitch takes his place next to Gale behind Peeta. Behind me stands two more important people in our lives. Prim and Rosy in their simple dresses, extravagant for District thirteen's standards.
I try not to pay attention to the cameras. They're recording, but this isn't their moment. This moment is for Peeta and me.
I look him in the eyes and whisper three words I told him last week. "So very real."
"Good evening," the officiant begins. "Family, friends, and loved ones, we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Peeta Mellark, and Katniss Everdeen. We watch with love as these two begin their new lives, together, as one."
I can't take my eyes off of Peeta. After all we've been through, it was so worth it. This moment right here makes it all worth it.
"Marriage is a sacred tradition, one of trust, partnership, and dependence on one another to navigate life together. Marriage requires work, like commitment and sacrifice. A healthy marriage always starts with a solid foundation. This foundation begins with love. The love you need is willingness to make sacrifices, commitment to working through everything together, and communication. This love makes the work it takes to maintain it all worth it."
As the officiant goes on, it all becomes more real. I turn and look into the crowd of people, some familiar faces of friends I've had a conversation with, others; complete strangers I've never seen or talked to before. But they're all here for us, and whether they were forced to by President Coin, or actually wanted to be here, it still means a lot. My eyes land on my mother, who has tears in her eyes. Maybe she didn't think this day would come either.
"With the foundation in place, things like trust and intimacy can be built, along with all of the things that make marriage worthwhile. With that being said," the officiant continues. "Peeta and Katniss, are you ready to proclaim this foundation of love for one another?"
Each of us nods, smiles on our faces that we can't seem to get rid of.
"Peeta, do you take Katniss to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you honor and cherish her; love, trust, and commit to her; through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both, until death do you part?"
"I do," he says.
"And Katniss, do you take Peeta to be your lawfully wedded husband? Will you honor and cherish him; love, trust, and commit to him; through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both, until death do you part?"
No doubt comes to my mind when I say my answer. "I do."
"At this time, Katniss and Peeta will exchange rings," the officiant says. "A symbol of binding, not possession. A symbol of attachment and belonging."
Rory hands Peeta and I our rings, which were made for us by Cinna before we escaped the Capitol. I take a look at Peeta's ring in my hands. A Mockingbird on one side of the ring, and a Jabberjay on the other, with a Mockingjay in the center.
A creature that was never supposed to exist, yet they do. Same as Peeta and me. We were never supposed to win, let alone win together, but here we are. I may be considered the Mockingjay to the rebellion, but without Peeta, I wouldn't be here, I would just be another Victor. Either that, or I wouldn't have won at all.
I slide the ring onto Peeta's left ring finger. He does the same for my ring after. I look at it for a second, seeing the same pattern with small diamonds surrounding the Mockingjay for mine. I look up at Peeta and smile.
"You may now exchange vows," the officiant says, looking at Peeta.
"Katniss, I never thought this day would come. I plan to keep this short, but to be sharing this stage with you, it fills me with a happiness that nobody else could give me. We have been through some of the worst times together, and we have survived together. A wise man once told me that we had survived together, now it's time to thrive together. So I plan to do just that. I plan to thrive with you, to treat you right, and to love you, for the rest of my life."
I didn't write vows myself. I knew the words would come to me once I saw him on this stage.
"We haven't had much control over our lives since being reaped," I start. "From the beginning, we were never given a choice. If our story was written differently, we probably would still be getting married. We would have been forced to by the Capitol at some point. But today, the choice is ours. We choose to be together, and we choose to love each other. So that is what I'll do. I'll love you, how you've always deserved to be loved, because I love you, Peeta Mellark."
The smiles on our faces won't go away, along with the tears of joy in our eyes when the officiant announces us husband and wife. "You may now kiss the bride."
Time stops. Or at least, it feels like it does. As Peeta leans in, nothing else matters. No cameras, and nobody could ruin this moment.
The cheers of the audience finally reach me once we pull away. Peeta grabs my hand and leads us down the aisle as they continue to clap and cheer for us. The second we exit the dining hall, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Our groomsmen and bridesmaids come a few seconds later to congratulate us.
"I'm so happy for you Katniss," Prim says as she hugs me.
"We all are," Gale says as he shakes Peeta's hand. "Treat each other well, and you guys will always be happy."
"Annie and Finnick's wedding is about to start," Haymitch says after everyone gets a chance to congratulate us. "They wanted you to be their best man and maid of honor."
I'm just as happy for Annie and Finnick as I am for Peeta and me. They have fought for everything they have as well, and to share this day with them means the world to me. Peeta and I wanted them to see us get married, but it is tradition for the bride and groom to not see each other before their wedding, and Annie wanted to follow that tradition.
But Peeta and I get to witness their wedding, which I'm very happy about, let alone be a part of it.
Peeta and I take our places on the stage before Finnick or Annie begin walking out of the same doors Peeta and I came from. Finnick arrives first, looking at each of us with a big smile on his face.
Annie comes out minutes later. Her dress, similar to mine, is white and simple, but some changes were made to it. Small little shells line the top of the dress, a symbol of District 4 surely. It's beautiful. Once Annie takes her place on the stage, the ceremony begins.
Following the same script as our wedding, it's simple and beautiful. They exchange vows, and share their first kiss as husband and wife.
Our first dances as married couples are together, mainly for the cameras, but I don't mind. Splitting screen time with them means there is less pressure on Peeta and me, which means we can enjoy ourselves a little more.
Peeta and I dance, holding each other and swaying back and forth. I look him in his eyes as the song comes to an end and lean in, kissing him once more.
My next dance is with Haymitch. He's become a father figure for both of us, so it only makes sense. Of course, Prim wanted to dance next, and eventually Peeta and Annie dance, while Finnick and I do as well.
"Thank you Katniss," Finnick says as we dance slowly. "You've made my dreams come true tonight. Marrying Annie is the best thing that has happened to me."
"Don't thank me," I say with a smile. "I'm happy for you both. You guys deserved this so much."
Once the dances are over, the party begins. The stage becomes a dance floor, and people are having a great time. Food is served at the tables. Although not the best, it is nice to have a little more than the bland food we normally eat. Unfortunately, that is something the Capitol did change about me. Ever since having the lamb stew, my taste buds have never been the same. I used to be able to eat anything, food was just a means to survive back then. But after trying food with flavor, made to enjoy, it has been a small struggle getting accustomed to the old lifestyle again.
Once the cake is brought out, I'm speechless. The second I see it, I can tell who made it. It has Peeta's name all over it. Half of the cake is dedicated to Finnick, Annie, and District 4, while the other half is for us, and District 12. A small taste of home.
A fondue fishing net wraps half of the cake, with pearls on the sides. On top, somehow, Peeta has decorated an ocean with waves. It's amazing how realistic it is. Their half connects to ours, which Peeta has decorated a small beach coinciding with the waves of their side. On this beach, he has included a building I recognized immediately. A concrete house, small and compact, but the symbolism is there.
It's the lake house in the woods of District 12. I only showed Peeta once, but he knows how much it meant to me. The memories I have with my father.
"He's with us, Katniss," Peeta says, noticing what I'm looking at. "He's proud of you."
I hug him tightly as I cry, probably ruining the makeup my prep team worked so hard on, but I don't care. I know the cameras are on me right now, yet still, I don't care. Nothing can take away this moment.
Once the tears have stopped flowing, Peeta and I feed each other a piece of cake, as Annie and Finnick do the same. The rest of the night is spent dancing and conversing with our loved ones. I think it was the best night of my life.
The next morning doesn't feel real. I look at Peeta as he sleeps. I take a look at the ring on my finger and smile. I repeat the three words I told Peeta on the stage.
"So very real."
I'm officially Katniss Mellark.
A/N: Back to the action soon, I just thought this chapter would be a nice break from all of the drama going on from before.
Side note, who's excited for SOTR?? Haymitch's Games!! I'm so hype!!
Hope you all had great holidays, and 2025 is treating you well.
-JayOnFF