[AUTHORS NOTE]

You guys have no idea how painful this was to write.

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"Why were you in Four?"

"How did you escape the arena?"

"Did you know about the evacuation?"

"What are the radicals' plans? Do the plan to raid all the Districts?"

"How strong are they in Thirteen?"

All of those questions had been pounded through Quinn's skull. She wanted to pull her hair out. But those weren't the worst things she heard in that torture chamber. The worst part was what they told her, not asked her. The truth made her cringe, and it made her entire body feel numb-- and her head ached because of how desperately she told herself they were the ones who were lying. While she was hooked up to get hijacked, every time they tried to tell her that Orion had been lying the entire time. She rebuked it, and told them otherwise, and everytime she did that, more tracker jacker venom was put into her system.

It's just because of the venom, she had to keep telling herself that every time she felt her mind beginning to wander. Or when she began to jump to the worst conclusions, or just getting more paranoid than usual. Or the lack of sleep.

She hadn't slept in two days since she got there. And now, it was starting to get to her. The paranoia, the metal chip that was under her skin like the trackers in the games-- only if left a bulge under her skin. It didn't really hurt, not until her heart rate slowed enough, and her body began to fall asleep. That small piece of metal would shoot volt of electricity through her entire body. Like the ancient shock collars that people would put on their dogs. So the lack of sleep didn't help anything.

"Quinn?" a male voice called out her name, it was a loud whisper though.

Quinn's eyes snapped up from her knees that were pulled up to her chest. She looked around the room, and then she found the opening on the door that was used to pass meals through. Quinn sighed heavily as she pushed herself up off of the ground of the cell and made her way to the door and peered through. She felt her lungs freeze, and she felt like her heartbeat quickened. Because she hadn't expected any of them to be alive. In the cell across from her own, Peeta Mellark was looking through the small window.

Quinn crouched down to the small opening, "Are you okay?" she asked, looking through the hole and holding it open with her fingers. And Peeta did the same.

"I'm fine," he stated, "What about you?"

She shrugged, "I've been better." she confessed, "What's been going on here since the evacuation?"

"The Victors were all arrested," he stated, "Snow thought that it was possible that all of the Victors knew about it." he paused, and his face changed into a distorted look that Quinn had never seen before. He looked absolutely heartbroken. "Annie Cresta, Johanna, Enobaria, and Agathias are all still alive. Snow thinks they all know some things, so they're still being questioned."

Quinn sighed in relief, as much as she didn't like Agathias it was nice to know that he lived. And to know that Annie was okay, that was great. However, Quinn knew that Annie never would have known anything, Finnick wouldn't have told her anything for this exact reason. Her relief was short lived thought.

All of the Victor's were arrested, she thought.

"What about Ciruss Hayeden and Lace Hayes?" she asked.

Peeta didn't say anything at first, "They were executed the day after the radicals broke into the arena."

Quinn felt her entire body go numb and tears began to build up in her eyes. Quinn pushed herself back into a sitting position, the sound of the metal opening closing as soon as her fingers let go of it seemed louder than it actually was. Her entire body ached, and she wasn't used to the feeling. She wasn't used to feeling like someone had just punched into her chest and ripped her heart out, ripped it apart, flipped it inside out and then put it back.

Ciruss was dead? No, he couldn't be dead. That wasn't possible. He had survived so much, he must have survived this too. That was a lie, he wasn't dead.

The more she thought about it though, the more she knew that Peeta was telling the truth. Ciruss was a Capitol enemy, a rebel since his own games whenever he spoke out against the president of Panem and the games. The fact that he survived that was impressive. He gave Quinn advice. He risked everything to run away from the Capitol. He went back to the Capitol to be a mentor, and he helped assure Quinn that in the arena-- she had to only trust certain people. He had done so much for the rebellion, Snow wasn't going to let someone like him survive. And the same went for Lace. She had done so much against Snow, and she had worked so closely with Ciruss and Quinn that she was just as guilty as they were.

But they were the two people who didn't deserve to die at all. If anyone deserved to see the end of the war, it was them.