Murphy hears a soft little-half sob from beside him when Willow takes an arrow to the back.
"Goddamnit." His own voice comes out both quieter and more grief-stricken than he'd like it to, but he doesn't think the mentors close enough to overhear it will give a shit.
He sees Cypress spare a glance back to Willow and his breath catches in his throat, but the Tribute with the bow picks another target instead; Servo. Cypress and Ceebee vanish into the relative safety of the forest, for the moment, and Murph taps his monitor to show a playback of the kills and who made them. A Career, of course.
Heather's in her seat beside him, quietly wiping at the corners of her eyes with the heels of her hands. He reaches over and squeezes her shoulder briefly, there's a nod of... acknowledgement of some sort, before Murph turns and levels a very icy glare at the mentors from 2.
It's not personal. It's just the games, it's the nature of the beast. He knows this.
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Date: 2013-07-08 09:21 am (UTC)"Goddamnit." His own voice comes out both quieter and more grief-stricken than he'd like it to, but he doesn't think the mentors close enough to overhear it will give a shit.
He sees Cypress spare a glance back to Willow and his breath catches in his throat, but the Tribute with the bow picks another target instead; Servo. Cypress and Ceebee vanish into the relative safety of the forest, for the moment, and Murph taps his monitor to show a playback of the kills and who made them. A Career, of course.
Heather's in her seat beside him, quietly wiping at the corners of her eyes with the heels of her hands. He reaches over and squeezes her shoulder briefly, there's a nod of... acknowledgement of some sort, before Murph turns and levels a very icy glare at the mentors from 2.
It's not personal. It's just the games, it's the nature of the beast. He knows this.
But he can't help it, either.