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It had been a somewhat rough day or two for the young victor to push through. The games were always a bit difficult to chew through, but the levels of how they handled it varied as did the tributes. Most of the victors in that room knew how it felt to lose their tributes over and over, and some of them toughened it up while others took it worse. Aero liked to think he varied, some years were definitely easier to swallow than others, but it was always hard. It was hard to watch and relive the experiences. It was hard to accept that your influence in that room was more or less hopeless at times. Most of the time you sat, watched, and prayed that you said enough and that you did enough. You try not to take it too hard when you don't rake in sponsors. And you try not to wonder if you could have helped save a tribute after they died.<p>

There was only so much Aero could convince himself of before the moral started to dwindle. He didn't take the blame of Trina and Justin's deaths, they had just been dealt a very unlucky string of circumstances. It didn't mean he didn't feel bad. It didn't mean they didn't haunt him. The victor had kept it together up until he stumbled upon the girl's screams, and then he had crumbled. Aero always preferred to be the stronger one because he liked to set an example. He wanted to be strong before the other victors, especially those who could not put up a brave face as well as he did. In a weird way he took pride in being able to look strong when he was filled with hairline fractures. It wasn't that he was afraid of appearing weak, but that his weakness shouldn't be imposed on those. It made others feel awkward and helpless, and they didn't deserve that to be thrust upon them. So he liked to keep it inside, keep the damage enclosed somewhere where he could deal with it on his own. Because sometimes he couldn't uphold the image of a sound and stable individual. Without so much an inclination, his whole world liked to turn and leave him clinging to the edges trying to find the right side up.<p>

That moment was over. He had the time to pick up the pieces and form himself back into a somewhat normal human being. A lot of time spent in the garage, because he didn't trust himself behind a wheel. He did what he always did, which was work it out of his system until he reeked again of motor oil. Tinkering until exhaustion hit and the cycle would start over. By the next morning, he felt oddly better. By no means was he up to par to the level he usually stood at, but it was a start. Although, Aero had no purpose at the control tower any more. He had no tributes to sponsor, and no desire to watch the games knowing just the wrong moment could send him hurdling back into some episode. But he wanted to support his friends, those who still had tributes struggling between life and death within the arena. It would have been selfish of him to stay away for too long, and despite him not wanting to be there, he forced himself to go.<p>

The viewing room seemed to be far more calmed down as he entered. The various shots of tributes across the screens showed odd moments of tranquility. Aero then realized then he'd come at an intermission where most of everyone was resting up for the next round, briefly safe from the treacherous arena and its inhabitants. Times like this was always a good time for everyone to take a well deserved break or tie up donations to leave for their tributes so that they wake up to a more pleasant surprise. Nodding politely to the remaining victors who caught sight of his entrance, Aero moved over to sit next to their newest addition - Juniper. Arms rested on his knees, he looked up at the screen displaying her one surviving tribute - Brody, who seemed to be faring well despite his condition. After a moment of saying nothing, he spoke up with a soft tone. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"How you holding up?"</b></font>

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It was hard having to watch your tributes on a screen while they fought for their lives inside an arena where all you could do was watch or send in sponsor gifts at the right moments. The feeling of helplessness that Juniper felt as she paced the floor of the control tower with her eyes locked on the screens was one of the worst feelings she had experienced. The feeling reminded her of how she felt when she was pregnant and had to rely on the help of others to do some of the every day things she used to be able to do on her own. She hated feeling helpless and it made her feel like she was of no use. During the brief amount of time that Juniper had come to know Brody, she had found herself getting attached to him which she knew was a bad idea from the start. It was a bad idea to get attached to someone who might not make it out of the arena and who didn't have all that much time to live unless he could be treated in the Capitol. But it was hard for her not to when he reminded her so much of Heath in ways and found comfort in it. It was why she felt the need to do whatever she could to help bring him home. He had a good heart and was a good person, and someone like that deserved to win and come home.
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Juniper had tried her best to treat her two tributes with the same amount of attention and energy and not show favouritism. It was her job to try to bring at least one of them home and each of them deserved it just as much as the other. Juniper could sympathize with Lily and how she had to take care of her family because she had been doing that with her own for years too. It had been hard for June having to watch as the boy from one brutally beat and killed Lily so early on into the Games. It wasn't like she was going to burst into tears and make a huge scene over the first death of first time as mentor, but on the inside she did feel a good deal of despair over Lily's death. She just didn't like to display her feelings and emotions in front of people. Heath had always told her she wore her heart on her sleeve more than she cared to admit, and it was true. There was just very few people that got to see how she really felt and it was only in front of those she knew well and trusted.
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With one tribute gone, Juniper had to focus all of her time and attention onto her last remaining tribute. Brody had been the tribute that she wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen with. Sure he was sick, but that didn't mean he couldn't be a force to be reckoned with if he needed to. Juniper believed strongly that he had what it took to make it home and in fact, she insisted upon it. There was no way she was going to let something happen to the kid if she could help it. Perhaps it was the fact that she was his mentor or perhaps it was her motherly instincts or even a mixture of both, but June felt extremely protective over Brody and she wanted him to win. No, she needed him to win. There was the fact that she was the newest victor and needed to prove herself to the others that she was capable of bringing home a tribute, but it was so much more than that. She just wanted to be able to save at least one person unlike her own attempts during her games. She couldn't bring home Heath, but maybe she could bring home Brody.
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After she had sent Brody the morphling, things around the arena had seemed to settle for a brief period in time. Juniper took the opportunity to sit down in a big armchair before she started yawning. She hadn't gotten much sleep over the past few nights, too afraid that she might miss something and it would mean Brody's death. There were dark circles under her eyes and her brown hair was a curly mess from lack of proper attention. Juniper didn't care about her appearance, not when there were much more important things at hand like making sure her tribute was alive and safe. June leaned back in the chair rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands when she heard the chair beside her groan under the weight of another person. She turned her head and saw Aero who looked about as good as she felt right now, which wasn't very much. June remembered that he had lost both of his tributes to the careers already and she felt for him. He had been at this a lot longer than she had, but she knew that it probably wasn't any easier for him this time around than previous Games. When he finally spoke, Juniper shrugged a little half heartedly before looking at him again. "I'm doing okay. Worried as hell, but alright." She replied softly, her throat a little hoarse from yelling at the screens earlier. "I just hope he makes it, you know?" Juniper turned her attention to look back at the screens where Brody was walking around the theater.


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It didn't take him long to catch bits and pieces of the game's progress. The treacherous arena was taking its victims slowly, which could or couldn't be a good thing. Honestly, he probably would have felt a bit better about himself if it was merely a tribute vs the wild rather than tribute vs tribute. Survival is a lone journey, where the only harm can be done to one's self. It seemed in a way, it could be less traumatizing for the one who survived, because their competitor was a creature most ineffable, the arena itself. But he knew all too well that such a thing wasn't possible. In Capitol terms, it was boring. The most avid viewers found the thrill in the fights and the animistic instinct forced out by the sheer will to survive. He imagined most of his sponsors were still riding off the high left by the male tribute from District Two, who still seemed to be on the road to recovery before he hunted again.<p>

A slight smile grew across his lips at her answer, that seemed to be the proper formula of things. It felt okay until things went horribly wrong for the two tributes under your care. As long as you had one, you could harness all the hope in the world. As long as one of them was alive, you wanted nothing more than to be glued to that screen making sure that if they needed you, you could be there for them. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"Sounds about right,"</b></font> he responded, looking back to Brody's screen. The sick volunteer, which wasn't something you saw very often, but made all the more sense. A person who knows they will die eventually, why not take the place of a perfectly healthy person? Even though that would subject them to face the arena itself. If they survived, then they could afford all the treatment in the world. If it was one thing that could be counted on, was that the Capitol made sure it took care of its victors. Even so, there was the rest of the baggage to deal with emerging from that arena. Brody was a good kid with a kind heart, and had so far made it without having to shed any blood. The victor from Six could only wish that a person like him would make it through without so much the traumatic casualty that usually followed. While some people were better equipped to handle it, he had a feeling that June's surviving tribute would not be so easy to.<p>

<font color=#7CC5D9><b>"I do too,"</b></font> he admitted, still partially wrapped up in his thoughts. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"He's got a solid alliance on his side, he's doing well considering."</b></font> Alliances were always hard, though. He particularly wasn't adept at them, and he had even betrayed the sliver of trust put on him by his fellow tribute of his games. Maybe it was because he was always too concerned about an extra body dragging him down or doing the same to him as he thought about doing to them. But he believed they could be useful in their own ways, he couldn't say for sure how Brody's alliance fared, but from what he had seen it was a good one. It was functional, and didn't happen to melt apart just yet. But it was only a matter of time before allies would become a problem. They weren't playing a team sport. Yet Aero refrained from this commentary. It was too heavy, too discouraging for a fledgling mentor.<p>

While laying out the cold hard truth was usually in his repertoire, he was too exhausted to do it. He didn't want to hear it, even though he knew it to be the truth. The thoughts simply festered while he remained polite and vaguely optimistic. He wanted to, anyway, he wanted Brody to win without having to think of so many of the odds working against him. There was no off switch to his mind, the thoughts just emptied themselves out into his consciousness without anywhere to go as long as he had control. It was like a lead weight in his lap or chained to his ankle wherever he went.<p>

<font color=#7CC5D9><b>"You're doing a good job, but you know you need to treat yourself to a break,"</b></font> he commented with a rise of his brow as he looked back over at the young victor. Not that his appearance was much better than hers at the moment, but her state was noticeable. She probably hadn't left the room, hadn't slept, hadn't eaten. He couldn't blame her one bit, he had spent his first year mentoring practically glued to his screen, unwilling to budge until the very end. Aero took a deep breath and ruffled at his unkempt hair, looking back at Brody wandering through the theater. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"You've taken care of him, you should take care of yourself now."</b></font>


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Before she had ever been in the games, Juniper had a hard time understanding just how much the games could change a person if they made it out alive. Now that she had gone through the horrors of the games and came out alive, Juniper understood what it was like. She understood was it was like to be plagued with the memories of what she had done while in the arena and she would forever have to live with the boy from five's blood on her hands. It had not been done out of the necessity to live or defend herself, it had been cold blooded murder if she was being quite honest. All the boy had done was taunted her and it blinded her in sheer hatred as she recalled her sister in the games. He hadn't even been from the district that she hated beyond reason, hadn't even been the boy who had actually killed her sister. He just happened to remind her of him and she let loose like a cannon and there was no stopping her. Juniper had never thought of herself as capable of doing something like that before, but if her family was put into the equation there was nothing that she would not do for them. Being a mother now, her sense of protectiveness and motherly instinct was insanely strong and she knew she would anything to keep her son safe from harm. She would kill hundreds of people in order to protect him, and that was no exaggeration.
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For the most part, Juniper had been able to keep herself from reliving her time in the games as she watched the big screens. There were the odd times where if her mind had gone off on one thought it would trigger a memory and send her into a spiral, but that didn't happen often. June had done an okay job at blocking out the painful memories aside from two that would forever haunt her and never leave her nightmares. Now as Juniper watched the screens as Brody used some of the morphling she had sent him, she found herself briefly wishing someone had sent her morphling when she had been in the arena so she could have eased Heath's pain. But it was too late to think like that, there was nothing that could help him now. A lump in her throat formed as she thought about Heath and how he died and she quickly had to push her thoughts away and swallow back the lump so she didn't get all emotional and vulnerable in front of Aero. She didn't want people thinking she was still mentally fragile like she had been when she first came out of the games and was paraded around the country and at all the stupid events the Capitol made her attend. June had come a long way since then, and she didn't want her hard work to crack and shatter because of one thought.
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Juniper nodded gently when Aero brought up the fact that Brody had a solid alliance. Alliances were a bittersweet thing that June knew all too well. On one hand it helped having someone to watch your back and help you if you needed it, but on the other hand it made it that much harder when it came down to your alliance as the remaining tributes. It was how Delta had gotten killed last year. He had been in an alliance with her and Heath and he got killed trying to protect her from the mutts. His death had been extremely hard for her to deal with, and she still blamed herself for it. If he had just let the mutts get her, he could still have been here. Again though, it was too late to think like that because there was nothing she could do to change things. And then there was the fact that she and Heath had made it to the end together. It was cruel to her having the illegal couple be at the end together and she often wondered if the Capitol had planned it all along. If one of them had died earlier on, it probably would have been a little easier to get over, but the fact that it was them at the end and only one of them could win made it a living hell. If only they could have both won so they didn't have to live or die without the other.
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Juniper had to squeeze her eyes shut hard and clench her jaw to bring herself back to reality and remember that she was not in the arena any more and that she was not alone in the control room. Aero was still sitting there beside her and she did not want him to see her crack. She took a few steady breaths as she tried to collect herself so that she could properly socialize and be present in the current conversation. When he said she was doing a good job, June felt her brows furrow as she shook her head gently. "I just wish there was something more I could have done for Lily. I feel like I let her down." June replied sadly as she looked at the floor for a moment before looking back up at Aero. "I don't want to leave. What if I go for a nap and that's when he dies? I can't handle knowing that I wasn't there if he needed me.." Juniper rubbed her temples before running a hand through her messy, knotted hair. Her body was extremely tired and she was sure that she needed sleep and she wanted it, but she didn't want to abandon Brody. That's what she felt like she would be doing if she left him now.


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He remembered his first year, his victory tour. By the time he reached District Three, they had put him on medication because he had degenerated to an inconsolable state. What he had done to the tributes of districts one and two had caught up to him, and there was no trusty barrier of disassociation to keep him from lying to himself anymore. So they pumped him up full of Capitol grade drug because the show had to go on, it didn't matter that he had his legs swept out from under him. Even with the pills, it didn't get much better. All it did was kept him going until he ended back home, and pulled enough senses together to reject the treatment because he would have been damned if he had to be numb for the rest of his life. He soon learned that feeling everything was better than feeling nothing, and soon learned how to channel what couldn't be handled into something more tolerable. Even after all the evaluations and diagnosis of what the games had muddled in his mind, he found a way around it. he dealt with it, even if it got too hard sometimes. At least he knew it was only himself in there, not some substance nudging him about to feel what they wanted him to feel.<p>

There was a silent understanding between victors and their various mental states. Everyone handled their games differently before, during, and after, some much better than others. It still hurt, regardless of how strong of a tribute you were. You had to be inhuman to be able to watch the games over and over again as a mentor and not feel anything, even the gentle tug of memories taking them back to their own games. It got a little bit easier for some, and harder for others. Aero had seen no change in his strength since he left the arena. Different things stimulated different reactions, and it was understandable to him that Trina had triggered one of the harder ones. Regardless that the other victors saw him in that moment or not, that he wanted them to or not, they understood. He wouldn't judge them were they to do the same, and knew none had judged him. To see June react personally to the images upon the screen or to their conversation would only prove one thing, she was human. If she didn't, if she held back, then fine; she was getting stronger. Either way, he wouldn't blame her.<p>

Which is why when June attempted to gather herself, he pretended not to notice. He kept his eyes on the screens ahead with a somewhat blank expression on his face, tired and defeated, but as blank as he could be for the moment. Briefly he wondered what had fluttered into her thoughts, finally breaking her sound disposition for only a few moments, but regarded the information as none of his business. Her reaction to Lily was fairly typical, in his experience, he too had that thought skirt across his mind. It was like a cockroach, never ceasing no matter how many times you stomped it with logic. A lot of times Aero had to convince himself that in some situations there was nothing he could do. Nothing. It took so much energy to convince himself just that, and while he knew it to be right he still wished to partially blame himself for the downfall of the tribute at hand.<p>

<font color=#7CC5D9><b>"You've done what you can for the moment, you can't premeditate what might come. If something or someone shows up, he has what he needs. He has medication, equipment, allies. He's done well for himself,"</b></font> Aero assured calmly. He also wanted to say that if something popped up, chances were that there would nothing that could be sent in time anyway. An attempt was always appreciated, but there was always a good chance it might not work. Gifts were best sent during a tribute's downtime, not in the midst of a battle. Yet he knew she would refuse to acknowledge that as truth, or at least demand to be the exception. Who could blame her if she felt that way? He too had that same mindset until he learned, it was simply a lesson that had to be learned. A slight sigh fell from his lips, glancing over at the new mentor with a sympathetic smile. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"How about we get you a phone and a mobile viewer, it'll be just like you've never left. You can take it with you, get something in your stomach. Would that make you feel better?"</b></font>


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Juniper knew in the back of her mind that no matter how hard she tried or wanted to, there was nothing more she could do for Brody except watch from the control room now. She still had resources saved up to send just in case he ran into some trouble and needed extra help, but unless that moment came up there was nothing else she could do. It was a horrible feeling knowing that she had control of whether or not he would receive anything else that could help save his life and win the Games. If she could, she would send him whatever there was that could instantly kill the remaining tributes so that he could go back home to his family and then get better. Unfortunately there was no such thing that she was aware of that could do that, and even if there was she doubted she'd be able to pool together enough money from sponsors to do so. The kind of favours she would have to do in order to pull in more money was something that she refused to do, and they would both have to settle for smaller sponsor gifts that could be of some use.
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She stared at the screen and watched as Brody made his way along the theater with his sponsor gift tucked away in his backpack for later. She hoped it would come in handy for him in the arena and that he would get a chance to use it before something happened to him. It would be a shame to have all those sponsors believe in him and pool together that much money for the expensive item only to have it be a waste. It surprised her a little at first to see him put it away without using even just a little bit of the morphling. He must not have been in enough pain yet to need it, which she took as a good thing. It made her sad to know that he was hurting in the first place, but there was nothing more she could do for him now. When Aero mentioned that he had done good for himself, Juniper couldn't help but nod. He had made it all this way without so much trouble and she needed to focus on that more. He was doing good and she believed in him that he could make it all the way. Now if he could just stay out of any fights and getting in the way of other tributes, he would be all set.
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When the activity on the screen slowed down again after the tribute from twelve met up with Brody, she knew there was no need to watch the screen like a hawk at this precise minute. So she turned her attention back onto the man beside her so that she no longer looked like she was ignoring him, which she wasn't trying to do. "That sounds like a good idea." Juniper replied with a small smile to him before she slowly rose to her feet. "Would you like to come along? I could use some company while I eat something. I don't like being alone in this wretched place."

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He honestly wouldn't have blamed her if she had refused his advice and remained in her seat. Even with all the accessibility, it never felt as close and connected as it did inside the control room. It may have just been a bunch of screens and a couple of avoxes to call the shots, but nowhere else felt right. In that room it was easy to feel as if you were right there in the arena side by side with the person who you want nothing more to protect. That all you had to do was just reach out and drop in a neatly packed gift that would help keep their heart beating. With the right communication, it could be done from anywhere of course, but most of them were used to that room. With June being in her first year, it made sense for her to want that intense connection. Maybe he should have just let her be, let her deteriorate for a few more days as the rounds piled on, but that wasn't his way. He knew better, and it was too late to retract his offer.<p>

With a nod, he rose to join her. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"I know the feeling,"</b></font> he admitted before heading over to one of the avoxes waiting around the room. After sending the request to get his fellow companion a viewer, his hands slipped into his trouser pockets. Rarely did he ever remember actually eating in the control tower. The time had to have come where he did, but usually if he had to be there his mind always remained in the arena. Would at least one of his tributes last more than a round into the games, he tended to take care of himself at the most minimal sense without having to think about it so much. Now that he was in the post stage, the consciousness of necessities and the necessities of others swelled in his mind. Ironically, it left him without so much energy to care for himself despite knowing it needed to be done. He may have lost his responsibility for two young lives, but he still slept less than ever. His stomach was empty and fallen into silence after many hours and attempts at a simple meal. He'd showered that day, but only in attempt to chase off a phantom smell of sulfur in the jungle that sometimes he felt stuck to his skin. Even as he stood there, smelling of Capitol perfumes, he could swear he could smell the trace of the stench forever associated with his time in the arena.<p>

The avox soon returned with the device in hand. Murmuring a thanks, he took it and began to fiddle before handing it over to the new mentor. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"There. I know how important it is to want to be with them."</b></font> An off-smile stretched across his lips before he slipped into the hallway, expecting her to follow. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"I don't think I even slept a moment my first year as a mentor. Even when they were safe and sleeping themselves, I felt obligated to watch over them."</b></font> But he had learned. Even though tributes differed from person to person, ultimately they fell into a pattern like everything else. He learned when risks could be taken, when it was safer to slip away. The urge to always be there never really faded, but his own common sense kicked in whether he liked it or not.<p>

Being just outside the main room was a relief in itself. Aero took a fresh breath, despite the air being no different in the hallway than in the room they'd just left. It was just a mind game, a fabricated difference in the heavy air between the lingering mentors and the emptiness of the hallway. Nothing had changed, yet he felt just a little more at ease away from all the screens. For a brief moment he could convince himself that it was just a normal day to get through. Despite where he was, who was with him, a little change like that was just enough. But he didn't linger long, in silence or movement, now headed towards the elevator to take them somewhere else in the tower to eat.


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Juniper wasn't aware of just how badly her body ached from lack of sleep and movement until she got up out of the chair. It felt like she hadn't moved from that spot in days, and for all she could remember it could have been. The days all seemed to have blurred into one and she wasn't even sure how much timed had really passed since the Games began. June stretched out her tired limbs and cracked her back, released the tension that had bottled up inside her body. There was a brief moment where she felt dizzy and light headed and she had to grab hold of the top of the chair to steady herself and wait for it to pass. If Grover had known she'd gone this long without eating and sleeping, he probably would have hit her over the head before shoving food in her face. A pang shot through her heart at the thought of her brother as she remembered how much she missed both him and Oliver. She could not wait to go back home.
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She watched quietly as Aero went to talk to an Avox about getting her a viewer. It was weird to think that you could ask for basically anything and they would go off to find it and bring it back. She contemplated asking for the most random thing she could think of, but June didn't want to send anyone on a wild goose chase and get them into trouble when they couldn't find it. Hell, June felt bad asking an Avox to get her something simple like food or water and making them go through all that effort. Juniper ran a hand through her hair as she waited for the Avox to return to the control room. When the Avox did, she watched as the Avox passed Aero the device before he brought it over to her. She took it from his hand and looked it over, amazed at how such a small device would keep her as closely connected to Brody as possible. "Thank you." Juniper murmured as she followed after him into the hallway outside of the elevators. Her eyes scanned the hallway as she remembered her brief panic attack that she had experienced when she first arrived at the control tower. There was still that feeling of being uncomfortable, but she no longer felt like she was going to go crazy.
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"I can't remember the last time I slept, I've been too focused on the screens. I don't even know what day it is or how long it's been since the Games started." June admitted to him as she glanced over in his direction before looking back down at the device in hand. She watched as a smaller version of Brody moved around the theater with Grey by his side for a moment. June moved towards the elevators and pressed a button with an arrow pointing up. "I was thinking we could eat on the rooftop? I could use the fresh air and hopefully see some nature somewhere." Juniper suggested as she stepped back and waited for the elevator door to open. When it did, she stepped inside, knowing that Aero would follow after her. Unless he changed his mind about keeping her company, but she had a feeling he would only leave if she asked him to. It was nice to have the company of another person, especially of someone who understood how she was feeling. It wasn't the same having an Avox follow her because she couldn't talk about what she was feeling and what was going on and have a response back.

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June's instincts were right, he wouldn't have left unless he were specifically asked. It didn't really bother him being there, not the way it did only a couple nights ago. While it there was a sense of dread in the air walking through those halls, it wasn't enough to send him running away. After all, he had come there to show his support to the other mentors still fighting the good fight. They were a rare little community after all, they could understand things about each other that their families could not. Aero was one of the many who felt it was important to keep other victors close by some degree, to get along with them and be there for them. Despite their differences, there was a universal string that pulled them all together in their obscure ways of suffering. It was something not to be taken for granted. The victor from Six had to try, because otherwise he really would have been alone in that forsaken city. Unless really none of them wanted to partake in his company that day, he didn't see himself leaving until he absolutely had to.<P>

The tired pilot lulled himself into place beside June and nudged a button to take them to one of the lower floors. Inwardly he smiled, having found it one of the better escapes in the building himself. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"Sounds like a plan, it's usually quiet enough up there too."</b></font> Sometimes noise could flood up to the street, but normally only in the case of celebration at the beginning and end of the games. With them caught in between, he gathered it would be a relatively suitable escape for the time being. <font color=#7CC5D9><b>"For the record, you're on day three,"</b></font> he noted. It always felt like a lifetime sitting in that room. With so much detail to soak up in the arena, the seconds dragged on and on. It was more or less living two lives at once: your own and your tributes, but neither of them melded into one another. They stacked onto each other drawing out the time until it lay thin across a board. Only when one end was severed, would it snap back into place making you realize there wasn't that much time there at all. The longer a tribute survived, the more it stung once that snap occurred. The victor from six had yet to experience a games where he didn't feel the sting of a loss. Every year he just had to pick himself back up and soak his wounds while he reintroduced himself into the life he'd put on hold just those few weeks. It really was a tiring, thankless job.<p>

<font color=#7CC5D9><b>"I guess since this year the arena is indoors, it's been hard to tell,"</b></font> he noted, thinking on the subject a bit more. The elevator door before them dinged open as it hit their first designated stop. After casting an idle glance around the emptied hallway, he stepped out of the lift and navigated towards the allocated dining area.
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Juniper knew that going so long without sleeping and eating was not a good thing, especially when she needed her body to be strong and nourished. If she put too much stress on her body, it would effect her son because when she returned home she would have to continue nursing him and any bad hormones inside her breast milk could be harmful to him. Also any unnecessary stress on her could get her sick mentally again and after all her hard work to get herself to this point she did not want to relapse back to that dark place. Now that Aero had been soon kind as to get a hand held device for her to watch from, she would be able to spend the rest of the time locked away in her room in bed and watch from there. Unlike Aero she didn't feel the particular need to be close to the other victors or be around them all that much. Sure she enjoyed the company and it was nice to know that there were others who understood how she was feeling, but June wanted to try to do things on her own as much as possible. It was because she was stubborn more than anything.
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When he pressed a button to take them to a floor that had food, Juniper leaned against one of the walls of the elevator and held onto the little bar around the middle portion. Her body was noticeably weaker from her lack of sleep and eating and she felt the need to hold onto something to keep from falling. She was a little light headed but she figured as soon as she got some nourishment inside her body it would go away. "Three days? That's all? It feels like so much longer." Juniper replied with a hint of surprise in her voice. She had not expected it to be such a short amount of time when it felt like an eternity. She could only imagine how long it felt to Brody and the other tributes. She remembered from her time in the arena that time was a strange thing and could feel a lot different than what it actually was. June shook her head to forget about the arena for a moment and instead focus on what was happening in the present.
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"I wonder what it's going to be like next year." Juniper pondered out loud as the two of them stepped out into the empty corridor. She was definitely curious about what the game makers had in mind for next year, but she really didn't want to think about it. What she really wanted was for the next few years to fly by without Grover, Aspen or Cache being reaped so then they could be safe and live long and happy lives. Or at least as happy as they could manage. She just prayed that none of them had to experience the same awful things that she and the other victors had. June tucked a few stray strands of hair behind her ear as she followed him to a room filled with tables completely covered with food that was specifically for the mentors. The sight and smell of all the food hit June like a tidal wave and it reminded her of how much she had loved to eat when she was pregnant. A small look of relief spread onto her lips as she entered the room.
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Juniper grabbed a plate from a pile of clean dishes and made her way around the room taking a little bit of everything she could manage to stack on the place. Everything looks absolutely delicious and she wanted to eat it all, but she knew that she couldn't. June grabbed a bottle of water when she finished dishing up and she waited by the door for a few moments to give Aero time to decide if he wanted to eat or not. When he was done June started heading back to the elevator so that they could go up to the rooftop and eat while enjoying the fresh air.

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