[ it's no less complicated for dolph. when he was young, he'd look out to bilboards of sunny beaches, drinks in hand. it was alex who took that fledgling dream and made it real. who'd hold dolph and whisper close about the beach, the waves, the breeze. I'll give you everything you deserve. it had been so close. he could have tasted it. touched it. when holloway gave it to him in a virtual dream, dolph had caved.
he hadn't come back when finnick left. he's not even sure why he suggested it. his heart still ties itself into knots. but perhaps that matters too. they're all knotted at the moment. there may be no better. dolph certainly has no illusions in that regard. no. it was less about that than the time given to them. selfish, cruel time by someone at the top, controlling this place. but it was still time and he's learned to value that.
dolph drifts closer, glancing at the snacks. his lips turn upwards. ]
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he hadn't come back when finnick left. he's not even sure why he suggested it. his heart still ties itself into knots. but perhaps that matters too. they're all knotted at the moment. there may be no better. dolph certainly has no illusions in that regard. no. it was less about that than the time given to them. selfish, cruel time by someone at the top, controlling this place. but it was still time and he's learned to value that.
dolph drifts closer, glancing at the snacks. his lips turn upwards. ]
Did you pick them yourself?