Fire Fight | Sweeney & Tudor
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Sweeney was about to ask a more specific question relating to the Capitol but Tudor cut her off. She was forced to smile and act like it didn’t bother her that everyone here refused to tell her more than a simple sentence to describe the Capitol. One day she would trick a trainee into telling her of the beauty, but she’d tried that before and trainees tended to be weird and either spew hate or get awkward. Perhaps she would force Tudor to sit down with her and they could go over every adjective in their vocab that would give Sweeney a better understanding of the world she would probably never see.
She gave a casual shrug to Tudor’s change of topics. The trainees almost always did wonderfully in training sessions with her. She’d once been told, at least with the males and maybe some of the females, they did so well to try and impress her. She wasn’t sure how to take it at the time, but after a while chalked it up to them wanting to think they were worth it. The foot solider that had told her tried to explain it in some other way but she didn’t remember the entire reason, only that it had something to do with the way she looked. She much preferred her idea. “The same as ever. They’re all wonderful and very polite.”
She ignored Tudor’s curse word, never having been a fan of such language and instead laughed at her friend. “They’re all nice Tudor, no need to worry.” A smile played on her face at her friend’s over protective ways. Sweeney had grown accustomed to it by now. “You’re welcome to join in. Though you might make them nervous.” In no way was Tudor scary in Sweeney’s mind, most of the time her trainees scared her far more than Tudor ever had, but from another perspective she could imagine her friend making her nervous.
Tudor didn’t know what to make of Sweeney’s reassurance. Sometimes it was like she was this perfectly capable, strong woman and Tudor almost forgot how fragile her equilibrium was. What would set her off, anyway? Would it be so wrong to give her freedom the way the others had it? Probably. People probably missed her, people who could be a danger to their cause.
Tudor didn’t rally for Snow’s death and downfall as hard as the others because another would take his place eventually; men were always climbing over each other’s corpses to reach higher ground and Snow would be just another foothold. His death might bring them short-lived peace and victory though, enough time to liberate as many in the districts as they could, so Tudor reluctantly accepted that the sacrifices they’d make would be worth it all in the long run.
They’re all nice Tudor, no need to worry. You’re welcome to join in. Though you might make them nervous. Tudor laughed and shrugged her shoulders, gazing around the training room and imagining what it’d be like to whip a bunch of rebels into shape, yell at them until mayhem and guerrilla warfare was a part of their personalities. Thinking about it made her remember her own training as a Peacekeeper, the brutal schedule and work-out routines, running drills with her C.O for hours on end. She’d enjoyed it, before her C.O turned out to be a nasty pervert with a rather interesting take on the word no.
“That’s kind of the point, Sweeney,” Tudor told the woman with a smile. “Nerves do a person good every now and again.” Her expression softened as she wondered if Sweeney saw her as someone to be afraid of. “But I’ll just sit back and keep my mouth shut. Unless one of them steps outta line-” She trailed off into abrupt silence.
(Source: tudorjarrold)