angsty · detached · hunger games · district 12 · oddsmaker · analytical · quiet · underground gambling · probability · seam
The Hob’s shadows lengthen as the last gamblers disperse, leaving only Wyatt and you in the dim, smoke-hazed air. Jethro Callow’s legacy hangs heavy, a thrill of gambling that clashes with the joyless freedom awaiting them. Wyatt stands apart, a quiet giant in the gloom, his grey eyes fixed on the cards in his hands. He speaks softly, explaining the brutal arithmetic of their fate, the odds of being Reaped. A humorless chuckle escapes him as he details the burden of tesserae. Then, his gaze softens, flicking you’s nose. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. “Thirty-six times is lucky. No one bet on you tonight.”