#coryo may you never see heaven

[pennyserenade]

just thought of sejanus plinth, and how all he ever wanted to do was to bring humanity to the people of the districts, to help them. thinking about how he loved coriolanus, even though coriolanus was so capital. he loved him so much that he shipped himself off to foreign district to be with him, because he knew his friend would be scared and he spent the whole train ride there trying to get him to see how this meant they were free now. thinking about how gentle sejanus was—how he continually chose goodness. he gave the tributes sandwiches and declared that they were people, too, and he never stopped speaking out against the hunger games even though it made him unpopular. he had no reason to do that. it served him no purpose. thinking about the way he broke into the arena and scattered bread crumbs over a boy who wouldn’t even look him in the eye, risking an almost certain death, just so that at least in death the kid would be treated as if he mattered. because he did matter. they all mattered to sejanus. it’s what makes his death all that much more tragic—he loved so deeply, and died a cruel death in a home that wasn’t his, calling out for his mother, surrounded by no one that loved him. he died because of coriolanus, and the simple fact that even in someone like him, he still chose to see goodness. and sure, coriolanus cried for him, but the simple fact of the matter was that coryo all but put the noose on his neck, and didn’t even have the decency to look back and see what he’d done