Hazel placed her head on Sleet’s shoulder. “It’s a good thing that you already are, then. The easiest things to want are things you already have.”
She took a deep breath. “What I saw… it was a place from a memory, where I used to be kept before Gladion saved me. But it was different. He was there, the real him. They used me to hurt him. I never figured out it wasn’t real. I killed someone, and I thought it was real. Now I’m preparing to do it again. I still hear it, the end…”
Sleet went stiff at the physical contact, but didn't recoil. Friends. This was friendship. This was... a good thing, and not a problem.
"Everrrryone dies," she muttered, once Hazel finished speaking. "Usually ssssomeone else is involved."
Then, not feeling that this was enough, "Hazel, it is going to be... oh-kay. We are all of us together in this fight. We can... look out for each-otherrrr."
Watch each other's back in battle; watch each other for moments they might regret.
Sleet flexed her trigger finger, not doubting for a second that she could fire a lethal shot at Orzo, that she would. She didn't give a fuck. She didn't.
...But she might care if Hazel – or Laura – looked at her differently, after.