Violet's P.O.V
I looked at my hand which was still pumped up in the air and saw my reflection in one of the golden rectangular plates on the bracelet. She sighed, resigning into a pit of despair making a joke about an important decision she should've considered even longer. But the timing of taking her in that hall and the total amount of weapons would of course generally overwhelm anyone. Could it be perhaps that grandmother did it on purpose as a test for me?
Nodding my head to the thought, it was possible. She is part of the judges and an integral part of the choices for the final death match. Of course, she'll take this chance and size me up just like she did tonight. All that little field trip we did before choosing must be made to throw me off course. If it was meant to confuse me then the womb that my grandmother showed me did a very good job of making me more confused and in a state of vulnerability.
