"I'm deeply disappointed." Rett muttered under his breath as he looked out of the glass exhibit and into the crowd of spectationg cats. "I mean, I've seen better parades." He looked around, waiting for a response. Nothing. Each of his tribute friends seemed to be part of their own little planet, separated from Rett. That's how it had been since the training had begun. Rett had made acquaintances, yes, but no allies. No potential connections that could lead him to a win, a victory. Every day he went without hsving friends went a chance of him coming home to his mother and father. Getting to brag "I survived the Hunger Games" to everyone he knew. And not needing to worry about them until a long while later, when the Quarter Quell happened. Rett bit his lip and put his paw on the glass. He could feel a pit of self-loathing growing under his paws. He pushed his paw onto the glass and grunted. With his peripheral vision, he could make out a group of cats staring at him, waiting for him to do something but control his shame. Rett tried to grin. He forced a smile, and a wink. He waved to the viewers and blew a kiss, all while he could hear others in the background. Others having a better time than him. On a better note, his shame had started to go away. Unfortunately, it had ben replaced by a piercing anger. The anger was filled of jealousy, a "Why not me?" feeling, sadness, and a warped sense of mortality. His claws started to slowly pop out. He held onto the glass again, trying not to explode. By now, some Capitol security cats had started to notice his behavior and stared at him. Rett could only focus on his paws and the glass and the pit of shame, now big enough to engulf him into sheer terror. A tiny crack on the glass started to grow. Rett's claws were sinking in. Who knew it would be possible to break Capitol glass? He didn't. Until today. Capitol glass. Rett blinked and looked deeply at the crack in the glass. He shook his paws away from the window and gave a long sigh. He had regained his senses. Rett looked around, secretly praying nobody had noticed his almost-meltdown. Luckily, the other cats were too busy making sure they looked good to the audience to notice. Speaking of looking good, Rett turned his head towards the crowd and tried to put on a facade. Smile, wave, smile, blow a kiss to the ladies, smile. On the outside, he looked fine, but on the inside, it was a different story. You didn't notice the cracked glass, he chanted in his head. You didn't notice the cracked glass.
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