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[Nami went home. It's another tally on her list of people she dearly misses now—she marks them down and can count them off on her fingers. Mom... dad... Mr. Luffy... Nami left... Archie... J-Jilly.... Pao-Lin and Miss Lightning... Noel and Mr. Ling... Ace.... Lots of people are gone. She's been so afraid of being left alone, but she never considered maybe it wouldn't just stop at her mama and papa. She never considered that she herself were capable of leaving, either.
Maybe—someday... she'll be all alone.
And every time it hurts. It hurts! She counts off the names and it still makes her want to hide in her covers and cry. She's too young to appreciate that they're in their own worlds, where they belong. Lucky for her, not to know some were going to their deaths. Did she even have any pictures of some of them? She's got a few, but—they're not enough. Some people don't have any at all to hang up. It's awful, to sit there and see blank places on your wall where you could have so easily had more images... of loved ones you might not see again.
She spends the next few days collecting up as much as she can from the item shop, whenever Winry or Ed is willing to take her (well, one more willing than the other, all things considered). She has her pink camera, and if she can just get even more film for photos, she can get lots and lots of pictures. This is what her father did, right? He's the reason she has a picture of her and Nami together.
Thank you, papa. Thank you for giving her pictures to remember.
While she's at school, she'll call out to familiar faces, surprisingly eager.]
Let's take a picture together!!
[Out in her front yard, she excuses herself from her play time with her action figures and dolls to usher her friends over, if they visit, if they happen by. There are some she knows who take the trail often; she may or may not be betting on that.]
Can you take a picture with me??
[She's out of breath, just having caught someone she knows in the corner of her eye; what if they vanish in the next few moments, and she never catches them, and she grows up and forgets their faces? She calls out down the road, close to the smithy where Winry works (she likes to visit, sometimes; it's nice to stay there):]
Wait! Can we have a picture? Just one!
[Sometimes she just calls out to two people out on a stroll, friends, clearly friends or relatives or lovers, people who probably love each other like she loved her friends. She smiles and looks hopeful, and holds up her camera that hangs off her neck.]
Do you want a picture of you two??
[Eventually, a click. No flash. No film. She's all out.]
[Video]
[The feed is just of her laying on her bed sideways, holding her camera close to her. With all her thoughts circling her head, she's been trading out the camera for her stuffed plushies when bed time comes around. She turns on video, because it's also a good way to see people sometimes. Even if it gets harder and harder to find their... pages... She can't find some of her papa's old pages. She was sure she could remember where they were.
Her lips are pursed, and her camera is held against her heart.]
People go away... How do you make it stop hurting? ... I wish my memories were so good, I could remember like a movie. I wanna remember every little thing, but it's hard to remember so many little things... [Her eyes well up with tears. They drip into the small crease between her eye and nose, pools there as her voice goes low.] I don't wanna grow up and forget.
I don't wanna forget. What should I do?
[.....]
.... I need more film... for pictures.
Maybe—someday... she'll be all alone.
And every time it hurts. It hurts! She counts off the names and it still makes her want to hide in her covers and cry. She's too young to appreciate that they're in their own worlds, where they belong. Lucky for her, not to know some were going to their deaths. Did she even have any pictures of some of them? She's got a few, but—they're not enough. Some people don't have any at all to hang up. It's awful, to sit there and see blank places on your wall where you could have so easily had more images... of loved ones you might not see again.
She spends the next few days collecting up as much as she can from the item shop, whenever Winry or Ed is willing to take her (well, one more willing than the other, all things considered). She has her pink camera, and if she can just get even more film for photos, she can get lots and lots of pictures. This is what her father did, right? He's the reason she has a picture of her and Nami together.
Thank you, papa. Thank you for giving her pictures to remember.
While she's at school, she'll call out to familiar faces, surprisingly eager.]
Let's take a picture together!!
[Out in her front yard, she excuses herself from her play time with her action figures and dolls to usher her friends over, if they visit, if they happen by. There are some she knows who take the trail often; she may or may not be betting on that.]
Can you take a picture with me??
[She's out of breath, just having caught someone she knows in the corner of her eye; what if they vanish in the next few moments, and she never catches them, and she grows up and forgets their faces? She calls out down the road, close to the smithy where Winry works (she likes to visit, sometimes; it's nice to stay there):]
Wait! Can we have a picture? Just one!
[Sometimes she just calls out to two people out on a stroll, friends, clearly friends or relatives or lovers, people who probably love each other like she loved her friends. She smiles and looks hopeful, and holds up her camera that hangs off her neck.]
Do you want a picture of you two??
[Eventually, a click. No flash. No film. She's all out.]
[Video]
[The feed is just of her laying on her bed sideways, holding her camera close to her. With all her thoughts circling her head, she's been trading out the camera for her stuffed plushies when bed time comes around. She turns on video, because it's also a good way to see people sometimes. Even if it gets harder and harder to find their... pages... She can't find some of her papa's old pages. She was sure she could remember where they were.
Her lips are pursed, and her camera is held against her heart.]
People go away... How do you make it stop hurting? ... I wish my memories were so good, I could remember like a movie. I wanna remember every little thing, but it's hard to remember so many little things... [Her eyes well up with tears. They drip into the small crease between her eye and nose, pools there as her voice goes low.] I don't wanna grow up and forget.
I don't wanna forget. What should I do?
[.....]
.... I need more film... for pictures.
[video]
But she can't sing anymore. And she doesn't know where the girl is.]
You could also ask someone else. I... [She pauses, thinking. Peeta hadn't been the only artist in the art gallery. Were some of the others still here?] I think there are a lot of good artists here who might be willing to help. All you have to do is ask.
[video]
[She hesitates, and it seems it's something that she's had on her mind for a while.]
Miss Katniss... Um... Remember the things we planted? In the backyard?
[video]
She should have kept a closer eye on the plant. On the girl, too.]
I remember. [She says it as calmly as possible, forcing that small smile back on her face seconds later.] We planted a few different types of fruits and vegetables, didn't we?
[video]
Uh, there was--there was a bad storm, and it... messed up our plants...
[Miss Raine was kind enough to help bring a few back to life, but the garden has suffered a-plenty with the storm and the snowfall...]
If you wanna hang out, do you think we could help them get back to normal?
[video]
She should have checked in on the garden sooner. Should have checked in on Elicia sooner. What kind of person was she?
A selfish one. A horrible one.]
Of course I want to. I can't think of anything else I'd rather do.
[video]
I'm so glad! 'Cus I really like gardening with you.
Maybe we can plant some other stuff, if the sky looks prettier...?
[video]
I like gardening with you, too. [It reminds her a little of gardening with her sister when they were both younger.] We can plant flowers, too, in addition to food. Do you have any favorite flowers?
[video]
What kinds do you like?
[video]
Others do nothing more than send a chill down your spine. The sickly sweet fragrance of a white rose mixed with blood. There's nothing bright and happy about that. Nothing at all.]
I like primroses. My sister was named after them.
[video]
[video]
[It's all she can really say for a few seconds. Tears fill her eyes and she feels this unexpected lump in her throat. Her heart hurts as it does almost every time she thinks of her little sister. But this time, she thinks, it's more unbearable than it's been in a while.]
Thank you. [The word is whispered and she wipes a tear from the corner of her eye.] I'd like that. If you'd like it.
[video]
I mean, it's okay to cry, though, I think...! Sometimes it's good to cry. But I'd like to plant pretty flowers for your sister...
It's good to remember people in all kinds of ways.
I think your sister would like it.
[Elicia doesn't know Prim. It doesn't pain her heart, like it does for Katniss. This is one person gone that... she can actually do something for.]
[video]
She sighs a little and forces a smile on her face. It's not as fake as she might think it to be. Because it's touching just how much the little girl cares.]
It is. [And her smile grows a little more confident.] Maybe we can plant flowers for some of the people you've lost, too.
[video]
Do you think we could...? I don't know what some of their flowers would be, though...
[video]
Sometimes, I think, flowers can have personalities. In their shape or colors or herbal properties. If I planted a flower for you, I think... A daisy. Something pretty and happy.
[video]
Pretty... Daisies sound nice.
What kinda' flower are you, Miss Katniss?
I bet you're like a... A Del—Delpanum! I think... It's a long word... They're in my flower book; I read it a lot! Wait, let me look—
[She scurries and eventually does return (quickly, even) with her flower book upside down between her arms; she flips it around, and knows exactly what page to show her.
"Delphinium"]
Here! This one, right here.
[video]
As she looked at the picture, though, she has to smile. It's certainly a lot prettier than any plant she would ever pick out for herself. The kind of flower that made her think of Cinna. Of how breathtaking she looked in any of his creations.]
Delphinium. I like it.
You know, my parents named me after a plant, too. They're not known for their flowers but they do bloom. Do you have katniss in there? Or arrowhead?
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I-I mean, your name! Is a flower. Not really you. It'd be weird if you were really a flower.
[I WILL JUST LOOK FOR KATNISS PLANTS IN THIS BOOK NOW
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We should plant those, too!
[video]
It was adorable. And, for a moment, made her miss her sister just a little.]
We'd need a pond in your backyard to be able to plant katniss. But maybe we could go harvesting for them when it gets warmer?
[video]
Then maybe someday we can plant some at the lakes...! What kindsa' things can we use them for, if we go get them?