accidentalrebellion | Exsilium; IC contact

[When people die, they don't come back. When nothing's certain, when you don't know who you can trust or what new horror may be lurking in the shadows just for you, it's the one constant to be counted on. Anything else is impossible.

Only the impossible had become possible.

And apparently unavoidable.

There's no response to that, because she doesn't have one. She can't provide anything but a long silence, and then, finally, an answer to the original question.]

I'm around. [Just her, and Peeta. Alone. The absence of Rue, while constantly noticeable over the past two weeks, is now felt in sharp focus.]

Okay.

( A beat. It's-- she gets that Katniss isn't exactly open. Private, closed off, more than she got to be. At least before the war she'd known what it was to be open and friendly, and it was hard, but having people to connect with was the only reason she survived this place. Katniss didn't seem to operate the same way, even if they did get a lot of things that no one else could. She didn't grasp onto people like they were the only thing to save her from drowning, not that Ellie could see.

She wondered if it made her weaker and more naive, or if it made everything more painful for Katniss. ) Thank.

( For letting her into her personal space. She gets it. ) I'll be over in a bit.

[There's a lot in what she doesn't say. Mostly, it all centers around the fact that, honestly, it'd be nice to have another friendly face in this apartment right now. One that doesn't remind her of the Games. One that doesn't serve as such an easy conduit to the recurring nightmare that doesn't leave her alone during her waking hours.

Bodies upon bodies rise from mass graves and reanimate. Resurrect. Mangled, bloody, burned, unrecognizable. No, almost unrecognizable; familiar faces begin to jump out at her sooner rather than later. Tributes she personally killed. Glimmer, with a face still distorted and disfigured from the effects of the tracker jacker stings. Marvel, with her arrow still sticking out of his neck. Cato, somehow more vicious than he'd ever been in life, even with half his flesh missing. Gloss, too. And then there are others. Her father. Rue. Mags. Wiress. People she'd known in 12 who hadn't made it out.

They all move with a purpose, one purpose, and toward one target. Her. Closer, closer, closer, marching in time to the pounding of her heart. It's all she hears, all except for the sound of President Snow laughing in the background....--

Maybe she has her ally in the darkness again, but it's no use. For all the sanity he provided those nights on the train and before the Quarter Quell, this is one nightmare that Peeta and all his reassurances can't help her fight.

A fight that's now taking a significant toll on her.

Why are you thanking me? is a question that's on the tip of her tongue, but the only thing that passes through her lips is a quiet, weary sigh.]

Okay. [Then:] I'll see you.

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I wonder what those would smell like...

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