The survivors from District Two were not nearly as submissive as the others when they finally reached District One. They certainly didn't act like the refugees from District Four and Five, who had carried themselves like timid outsiders from the moment their feet crossed the border.
The inhabitants of District Two were not a fractured people. They walked together in a formidable, united mass despite all the grueling hardships of the journey, refusing to behave like desperate intruders.
From the very beginning, they didn't linger at the perimeter to beg for mercy; they marched immediately toward the heart of the region, heading straight for the grand palace of the Seventh King.
