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The one who’d ratted out his best friend and sent him to the gallows.

Coriolanus put down the letter and sighed at the thought of being Sejanus’s keeper.

“But I really do appreciate your support. I wish I could think of some way to thank you.”

“What happened? How did they find out about him helping to get Lil out?” “I don’t know. Someone betrayed him, I guess,” he said.

Not knowing how long Sejanus might be in lockup, Coriolanus scribbled a short note to Ma, generally informing her that Sejanus was in trouble and suggesting Strabo might want to make a few calls.

GAUL: Quite impressive, how you sent your only friend to the noose, just to get my attention. SNOW: That’s not what I did.

Perhaps only a mother would make the connection in that gloom, but with her prompting he recognized Sejanus. Something about the posture, the slight stoop, the line of the forehead.

“And now you’re his mentor,” said Coriolanus. “And now I’m his mentor,” Sejanus echoed.

The right thing to do. Coriolanus realized that this was what had always defined Sejanus’s actions, his determination to do the right thing.

For the next two days, everything seemed to tumble forward, as he tried to reassure himself that this was in Sejanus’s best interest, as the bunkmates’ pleas to see their friend were denied, as the detention stretched on.

“Not a word,” he hissed. Sejanus, pupils wide, sweat staining his collar, repeated, “Not a word.”

He looked at Coriolanus for the first time, and his brow wrinkled in concern. “You should go, you know.”

The moment the whole treasonous rebel plot would be revealed. Once Coriolanus heard it, he’d be as good as a rebel himself. A traitor to the Capitol. He should panic, or run, or at least try to shut Sejanus up. But he did none of these things.

Coriolanus found himself trying to cheer her up, saying that things would be better once Sejanus graduated from the Academy.

Guilt-ridden and slick with sweat, Coriolanus realized he had not thought through the ramifications of sending the jabberjay. Sejanus could be in real trouble.

Ma had also sent him a separate letter, thanking him for all he had done for Sejanus and asking him to continue to keep an eye on her boy.

(…) Coriolanus’s first impulse had been to join his classmates’ campaign to make the new kid’s life a living hell. On further reflection, he’d ignored him. If the other Capitol children took this to mean that baiting the district brat was beneath him, Sejanus took it as decency.

Poor Sejanus. Poor sensitive, foolish, dead Sejanus.

The right thing to do. Coriolanus realized that this was what had always defined Sejanus’s actions, his determination to do the right thing.

“(…) I don’t know if you were kidding about suicide, but it was no joke to me. I had the whole thing worked out . . . .” “No. No, Sejanus,” said Coriolanus. “Let’s not give them the satisfaction.”

SNOW: Whatever it is you’re doing, you need to stop it. SEJANUS: What are you — SNOW: Don’t.