[center][h1][color=#AED6F1]Kolton Favreau[/color][/h1][/center]
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[b]"Either ya are really a dumbass or you really just want yourself to get killed early on."[/b] Kolton simply smirked and shook his head, following to the side and just behind Silver with his hand on her mid-back, helping lead her towards the car. The driver opened the door and let the both of them hop up inside, closing it on the four of them as they got comfortable. It was a mere moment that passed before Kolton felt Silver's warm hand wrap around his, causing him to smile faintly as he turned into her, switching hands to wrap the arm closest to her around her shoulders securely. Protectively.

[color=#AED6F1][b]"I got you, Silv. I'm not going anywhere.."[/b][/color]

Her attention turned away to the windows of the car and Kolton equally turned his own eyes out the window closest to him, watching the people on the sides of the road as they began to move along. He began to reflect on what his friend had said as they'd entered the very public eye in front of the Capitol people, how embarrassing it was to be paraded around. Indeed, like a prize. He grit his teeth and slightly tightened his hold on Silver's hand, looking over at Ella as he talked.

[color=#AED6F1][b]"Ella, when do we start gathering sponsors? Do they start picking out potential...[i]victims[/i] from the moment we leave the trains..?"[/b][/color]

As Kolton looked into the old woman's eyes, he could really see just how tired she looked. Make no mistake, he wasn't seeing the constant look of drunkenness that normally cast a shadow on her worn face. He could see the difference. It was the same tiredness he saw in his own father's eyes but held a bit more fierceness to them. The kind of fierceness that reflected the very harshness of war. Maybe not the kind of war with guns and things of that nature, but the war that she was forced to be a part of when she was just their age. The one none of them had started, or even wanted. Yet here they all were. Proof that they never had a choice in the first place.

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