[Meatball Parade on loop for 10 hours]

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Catchall for Eames to keep clutter to a minimum! As always, PM or PP to chat it up, or just throw a starter down I'm probably amenable.

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[thelittlemerman]

"So it's exactly as I feared," Finnick says. "They don't want us in the mortal realm except if they can use us. She's going to force us into a fight."

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"It feels that way. And it's certainly the smart way to go about it," Eames sighs, frowning as he considers this, "force our hand into justify her position."

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick lets out a frustrated noise as he brings a hand up to his face, restlessly rubbing his forehead like he's physically trying to work out some of the pure anger he feels. He hates that they have to be fighting all the time, fighting just to be allowed to exist without the witches deciding they're a threat or a tool to be used. It's infuriating.

"If only someone had some sympathy for us so we could play on it," he says bitterly. "At this rate we'll have to make some, to go begging for help, or else we'll just have to meet them with force. I don't know if we can win that way."

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Eames echoes that frustration, curling his fingers into the fabric of his jacket where they sit with his arms folded.

"You've seen the way mortals are," he says, tense and annoyed. "They only feel for the ones like them-- and even then rarely."