hisdarkmark | Thirty-Ninth Hex

[As usual, Draco has once again gone and made himself scarce from a majority of the village as he works out more of his inner dilemmas. First and foremost, there's Hermione. She's most definitely, definitely not the same Hermione and it's freaking him out.

Secondly, he's officially given up on searching for Caroline Forbes. After running into other vampires...it's safe to say the blonde will never show up again.

And thirdly...? Even with his power, even with his abilities to turn into a coyote or produce patronuses or blow things up, he's finding it isn't enough to make him happy.

Recently he's returned from a mission, but he couldn't help but constantly think about the last experiment. He'd been convinced he was someone else, and he had absolutely no memories of who he really was...and it was nice. He was able to function like a normal human being again. Normally, he would make an elaborate announcement about his return, but this time...well, he's already pieced together what's happened in the village, and he's not sorry he's missed the tornado. No, instead he's entirely focused on what he's determined to find out. When he opens his journal, he's only got one sentence he'd like to share.]

What do you reckon it takes to bargain with our captors to permanently erase memories? Just curious.

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Of course it would, which is probably the very reason we haven't found a way to do so yet. Unfortunate, isn't it?

I wouldn't mind. Not looking to seek it out or anything, but. I wouldn't mind too much.

What have you got that you'd erase?

[She has never hesitated to share it before. Because if she can easily write or talk about it, it doesn't matter.]

I died before I came here. Head bashed in. I wouldn't really mind forgetting that.

[...gruesome, yet fascinating. Maybe Draco's just morbidly curious.] Wasn't aware a person could even remember something like that.

I don't know how long it took me to die, but I know it wasn't right away. Memory's kind of... got holes and is foggy after the injury, but I know enough to know it wasn't instant.

So why did it happen in the first place?

I was in the Hunger Games.

[...Which pretty much no one here knows about. So she starts writing before he can ask.]

We have 12 districts where I'm from. Every year, each one sends a ~~boy and girl~~ young man and young woman from twelve to eighteen to the Capitol. They're dressed up, trained for four days, then sent into the arena.

Once in the arena, it's all about survival. Last one alive wins.

...so you know Katniss. [And he leaves it open-ended because from what he gathered from Katniss...well, the Game is pretty fucked up.]

District Twelve, yes.

I died because I wanted to take my time in killing her.

I see. [It's kind of interesting to hear someone else's point of view about the Games. He'd met Rue briefly, but even so...] What made you think that was a good idea in the first place? [Who knows, Draco. What made you think stalling in trying to murder Dumbledore was a good idea?]

[The reply takes a few moments to come. Clove actually has to think about it. Or how to word it.]

It's a game. Entertainment for the Capitol. [Not the Districts. It's supposed to be, according to the Capitol, but it's not. She knows that.] The sponsors like pain and blood and a spectacle.

I was going to deliver.

I was going to make it a kill they'd talk about for a decade. Or more.

In a way I suppose you succeeded. Instead of talking about her death, however, they'll be talking about yours. Really it just sounds like a flaw in the plan.

If you could then, would you erase the memories of the entire Game, or just that last bit?

Everything.

If I remember the Games, I have to remember what happened to me. If I remember Panem at all, I need to remember the Games. To know I did it. Just like I was supposed to.

So, I'd want it all gone. Totally blank.

[That's not entirely true, but it's close enough.]

You'd prefer to rewrite your history. Wanting to forget an entire world is quite a bit to ask for.

Not really.

The Gamemakers here have done it to me twice already. Once by substituting those memories with others, the second by wiping everything.

Then why do you suppose they've never allowed it to be a permanent change?

Because that's not part of the game. It's better to take it away, then bring it back. Take, give. We're all pawns in this little game, and they like reminding us of it.

We're all giving them a good show.

...what did you say your name was? [Because Draco likes keeping track of people who seem to get the point.]

I didn't. But it's Clove.

Clove. Right. Okay. [Katniss. Peeta. Rue. Clove. They're all, for the most part, kind of strange names to him. But it'll be easy to remember.] I suppose I just find it interesting that the people of Panem really seem to get the point faster than most here.

We've been in the Games.

We know an arena, the Gamemakers, and we know someone's always watching. You don't even breathe in the Games without someone watching you.

But how are they always watching you?

In the Games? Or here?

In the Games.

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