Ziva's mask is her brusque nature, her lack of tact that her adoring fans found charming rather than offputting. Like a wild creature that had never quite learned how to be a real person.
"That is right." She tilts her head, assessing, her wild hair tumbling over one shoulder. "Though I suspect I may have some knowledge aside from that, that we do not share. Tell me, if you would. The 75th Quarter Quell. What is it that the Capitol decided to do?"
Of course, the Quarter Quells were always something dramatic. She remembered the last one, herself--twice the tributes, and the bloodshed increased to match. She knew of the never-ending Games, where Tributes gathered from other realities fought and died in the Arena.
If there were so many other worlds, who was to say that their own didn't exist in more than one shape? Perhaps in the history that Finnick knew, Ari had won. Perhaps neither of them did.
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"That is right." She tilts her head, assessing, her wild hair tumbling over one shoulder. "Though I suspect I may have some knowledge aside from that, that we do not share. Tell me, if you would. The 75th Quarter Quell. What is it that the Capitol decided to do?"
Of course, the Quarter Quells were always something dramatic. She remembered the last one, herself--twice the tributes, and the bloodshed increased to match. She knew of the never-ending Games, where Tributes gathered from other realities fought and died in the Arena.
If there were so many other worlds, who was to say that their own didn't exist in more than one shape? Perhaps in the history that Finnick knew, Ari had won. Perhaps neither of them did.