In the silence, he's able to feel the weight of the grief Mags deserves. He hopes it was quick. The cannon sounded right away, so he knows it was quick, but how agonizing it must have been, he prefers not to dwell on.
So at the little joke, he laughs softly, pulling Levi in closer, arms around his lower back.
"With any luck, he's in hell and the shit-stuffing will be eternal." He leans down enough to kiss Levi's lips, firm but brief. Then he pulls back slightly to look at Levi's scars again, tracing a finger along one of them.
"I'm envious of all your scars, though. I like how they show where you've been, they tell stories. I should have a lot more, but the Capitol erased all of mine so that I'd be a beautiful perfect fuck-toy for their elite. And look better on camera, of course. These ones are only there because I got them once I was mostly out of their grasp."
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So at the little joke, he laughs softly, pulling Levi in closer, arms around his lower back.
"With any luck, he's in hell and the shit-stuffing will be eternal." He leans down enough to kiss Levi's lips, firm but brief. Then he pulls back slightly to look at Levi's scars again, tracing a finger along one of them.
"I'm envious of all your scars, though. I like how they show where you've been, they tell stories. I should have a lot more, but the Capitol erased all of mine so that I'd be a beautiful perfect fuck-toy for their elite. And look better on camera, of course. These ones are only there because I got them once I was mostly out of their grasp."