[cmdR_Paige]

Originally Posted by Christmassy Bumblebee

"You could say so. It's like,
We were meant for each other..."
Chris let that float in the air and thought about what he said. He squeezed Skye and shed a tear.

She was silent at first, letting the thought sink in. "You know... sometimes I have dreams about us being separated..." she said quietly. "Dreams about the Occupation taking both our freedoms away... calling us horrible names..." she shut her eyes tightly. "I can't shake them. Every night it's another horrific iteration of the same basic idea. I-I just want to do the right thing, and be a friend to everyone--" she realized her choice of words. "More than that to you, though." She began to shake a little. "But I just can't get it out of my head, Chris. I go to sleep each night and wake up every cycle thinking that each step I take could get us thrown in the Games. Or worse..."