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MATTHEW WATCHED ARYA CLOSELY. Since she returned, she hadnt really said anything. The reaping was tomorrow and tonight apparently president snow was announcing something about the quarter quell. "You've been quiet." He says, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Arya didn't seem to hear him at first but as her eyes move to his, she realized that he was waiting for a response.
"What?" She asks, furrowing her eyebrows. Matthew just tilts his head, watching her carefully.
"Since you came back from your meeting with Snow." Matthew states, referencing her behaviour. Although anyone who had to talk to Snow, was never really happy afterwards.
"Oh..." Arya hums, looking down at her hands. She just shrugs her shoulders. "Just been thinking." She admits, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"About what?" He asks curiously, trying to watch her expression for any hint of what was wrong. "Did he say something to you?" Matthew asks her. Arya sighs as she knew he was going to freak when she told him.
"These games... they're gonna be different." Arya tells him slowly, clenching her jaw. Matthew furrows his eyebrows. The quarter quell always had another twist, he knew that.
"Different how?"
"They're picking from the victors." Arya states and when those words left her mouth, he couldnt believe what he was hearing. Never once did a victor ever have to play the games again and now they wanted to reap from them?
"What?" His voice was venomous, a glare set in his eyes which obviously wasn't directed toward her.
"And Snow wants me to volunteer." She admits and she could see the way anger filled his eyes, his fists clenching together as he gets up from the couch.
"No, no way!" Matthee denies, shaking his head. He wasn't about to allow her to go back into those ridiculous games. If she was picked, there was nothing they could do, but no way was she volunteering.
"Matt--"
"No, if they don't pick your name, you're not willingly going back." He snaps at her, his rage more aimed at Snow but right now he was seething. Arya frowns, closing her eyes for a second.
"I have to." She admits, she couldn't just stand there and allow someone else to go. It was snows wish for her to enter the games. "I have to, don't you understand?" Arya asks him, meeting his eyes once more. Matthews eyes soften. "I say no? My whole life goes to shit anyways." She points out, a scoff leaving her lips.
