"Not in my District they don't." If Thresh's voice is a little tenser than it had been, well, would one blame him? Maybe other Districts were laxer in their rules, but in 11, the peacekeepers were to be feared.
He started counting bottles of flavoring, keeping an eye on Noah, although not saying anything when he picked up the chocolate. He'd been tempted earlier, but he wasn't stupid. If Noah wanted to place with death, let him. Still, the fact that he was asking about his actual name was almost enough to redeem him from his idiocy.
Thresh shot a short grin at Noah before writing a number down on a clipboard he had found in the office. "It's Thresh. You don't want to do that."
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He started counting bottles of flavoring, keeping an eye on Noah, although not saying anything when he picked up the chocolate. He'd been tempted earlier, but he wasn't stupid. If Noah wanted to place with death, let him. Still, the fact that he was asking about his actual name was almost enough to redeem him from his idiocy.
Thresh shot a short grin at Noah before writing a number down on a clipboard he had found in the office. "It's Thresh. You don't want to do that."