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❝You still don't know your sin?
That in itself, is the sin.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#8e009e ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #9e0010】
|| Jar of Hearts || Christina Perri ||
That in itself, is the sin.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#8e009e ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #9e0010】
|| Jar of Hearts || Christina Perri ||
It was very difficult to keep Rose from emerging as they walked through the Capitol City, a nest of enemies, a nest of Republic soldiers that they were going to have to kill one day in order to achieve victory and complete their duties. "As long as we're good, we won't have to go there." The Capitol City, the only island with two cores because there were two real population centers. There was the city itself, and then far out in the desert proper was where the Sand Prison stood, with the Imperial Statue overlooking them. A city full of glass and gates and disparity, it was both similar and different form her world in many ways. "But at least we don't have to worry about dying while we're here." They'd be busy for sure, not only because of studying for the Military Academy, but passing out the flyers and spreading Rebel influence was going to be even more difficult.
In her world, there was so much income disparity, it was ridiculous. People were - well, they weren't dying on the streets, but if the homeless were seen and caught they were taken away by the Black Vans, and never to be seen again. It was a crime to be a disturbance to the public peace, and being homeless and sick and dying fell under that crime. There were no homeless and truants in America in her time... because they were all killed, of course. "I'm not really good at studies, but I'm really good at doing my best!" A great way to hide her fears and insecurities, do it by boasting about strengths you didn't have! Emma asked about the gates, about why they couldn't let the poor to the rich areas.
Irina could answer this, because she knew how these things worked. She lived in it, after all, for much of her living life. "It's for the sake of peace and stability." The ice fencer explained with a calm, almost sad smile as they walked through the city. "If money is limited and you can't control the rich to give to the poor without making them rise against you, what you can do is give the illusion of equality so that the poor don't rise up in rebellion." Sam laughed a little, patting Emma on the head. "Maybe that's a little too advanced for your level right now." He grinned impishly at Irina then, poking her nose. "Someone's been studying up on her social sciences, hasn't she?" It was probably the only thing she was good at in school.
When they arrived at Sam's house, they couldn't have expected something like this. Two faces, one familiar, one not, burst out at them as Sam turned the lights on, Pablo and Orianna, with a surprise party, full of streamers and music and even cake. "I made this cake full of my love, okay?" Pablo winked at Sam, wrapping his long arms around the Rebellion's Prince. "Welcome to Capitol City!" Orianna said happily. "I hope you two find it safe here, I heard from Sam about the bomb, it must have been awful." Irina held tightly to Emma and nodded. "Sam just wouldn't stop begging us to come, so I decided to humor him." She patted Emma's shoulder. "Go on, Emma, say hi to Sam's nice friends."