On his mentor in thegames

[polyturtle]

...

This is wrong. This is wrong. This is--



...I can't. How can I do this? How am I going to do this if Plutarch brings me in? I'm putting my friends in danger. The people who count on me...





I want my family. I...I can't do this alone. I'm not strong enough.

Please.

Comments

[justoutrunyou]

What are you talking bout? Not strong enough? You've got muscles bigger then my head!

[polyturtle]

Its...not about physical strength.

[justoutrunyou]

OK well...how much brain power do you have then?

[polyturtle]

I don't know if all the brain power in the world can give someone their voice back after that.

[Unless tongue implants can be done.]

[justoutrunyou]

What happened exactly? I'm still kind of figuring stuff out.

[the_games_will_never_stop]

Holy shit man, I'm having a 90's flashback in here.

[polyturtle]

...Is this the TV show Dean mentioned?

[the_games_will_never_stop]

Yeah man.

Gonna guess you're the real deal then and didn't know you were a cartoon in another world until recently?

[polyturtle]

...I think so, yes. And...no, I had no idea, actually. Its...weird.

[And surreal and creepy, in a way. Knowing millions of people are watching your private and public actions, your mistakes and triumphs.

A little like the Games. Except he had no clue anyone was watching.]

[retrieverchef]

No, you're not, Don. They didn't make them Avoxes because of you. They did it because they could. At least if we deal with those bastards, we can give them their lives back, even if we can't give them anything else.

[polyturtle]

Eliot...

...I plan on telling you in the game soon enough, I hope, but...I was contacted by the Head Gamemaker. He requested to talk to me alone.

[retrieverchef]

What?! That doesn't sound good. Do you know what he wants to talk about?

[polyturtle]

I do. I've been speaking to him. Eliot...

...

Somehow, Plutarch Heavensbee...he's a member of the rebellion.

[onetrueshredder]

[A dark, deeply amused laugh.]

And you shall never be strong enough... turtle.

[polyturtle]

...Maybe you're right.

But at least I can take comfort knowing that you wouldn't fare half as well as I have, as well.

[i_regret]

Is it something you feel you must do?

[polyturtle]

...It's too late...for my mentor.

[i_regret]

And you are at a loss without his presence?

Should I just punch my ticket to hell in and attempt to enable the unicorn to this game

[polyturtle]

It's not...that. I mean...

I'm at a loss, yes. But its not just because of her. Its because of...everything happening.

[booyakkasha]

[You now have a little Mikey clinging to your side Don, he doesn't know what's going on but he's pretty sure you need a hug.]

[polyturtle]

[And that Mikey is going to get a good, tight hug.]

forgive his shakey voice....it's been two years...

[dual_soulninja]

Donny?

[because seeing a frustrated Don is one thing, but sad and frustrated? Not on Leo's watch.]

No problem! :D

[polyturtle]

[Oh. He...wasn't expecting to see you.

On the one hand, he misses his family dearly, moreso than anyone could guess. On the other hand...

It was his family. The people he loved and wanted to protect. The people who didn't know about the future he saw. The fact he had killed so easily. The fact he was, in Panem--]

Leo-!?

[dual_soulninja]

[Not the reaction he had in mind either.]

Don, what's going on?

Who's Plutarch?

[all the questions! At least he's asking them in a relatively calm voice.]

[polyturtle]

[Yes, that is a good thing.

Don can only wonder how long the calm will last. And how his brother would react to where he is.]

I, uh...Leo...Plutarch Heavensbee is someone I know from the place I'm staying at right now.