Written on and for Caesar's Palace shipping week, final day! Also using the prompt 'transcend' from the Caesar's Palace prompts.

Notes-

Aisling of District Six is the 'female morphling' from Catching Fire, I just gave her a name. This is supposed to be a backstory for her.

Every chapter title, (and the title of this fic!) are lines taken from a beautiful poem, 'It Was An English Ladye Bright' by Sir Walter Scott. I recommend looking it up.

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Aisling loved Titus, but his passion was directed elsewhere. He wanted only to find that above-and-beyond feeling his heart craved, but he hadn't found it yet. She hoped he never would.

Then the Games stole him, and Titus found what he was looking for: when he made his first kill, his eyes radiated perverted passion, staring at the mutilated corpse.

Aisling began to cry. She screamed at her TV. All of Panem could see it: Titus's teeth shone red with human blood.

There was nothing Aisling could do. Titus didn't love her. He had transcended, and he loved nothing more.