"I was beaten to death with a crowbar," says Jason, his voice flat. "And left in a room with a bomb for good measure. I was dead."
He steps back, away from Finnick whose eyes are full of dread, real or imagined, Jason can't tell, but it doesn't matter. He's so used to seeing it it might as well be there.
"My grave is here. I woke up in it. Again. You'll get something awful, too, we all do. Reminders of home."
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Date: 2012-01-27 10:12 pm (UTC)He steps back, away from Finnick whose eyes are full of dread, real or imagined, Jason can't tell, but it doesn't matter. He's so used to seeing it it might as well be there.
"My grave is here. I woke up in it. Again. You'll get something awful, too, we all do. Reminders of home."