[He doesn't say it cruelly-- there's no glee or amusement in his gaze-- but rather neutrally, the same way one agrees that the weather looks cloudy today, sure.]
And us acting sad isn't gonna do much good. Not for us, and definitely not for them. Won't stop what's coming on Thursday night, either.
I might have five days left to live. I'm not gonna waste time.
[Her instinct is to respond with don't say that, at least to the last thing he says - but he isn't wrong. Still, there's concern in her expression as she glances his way.]
Maybe. [But.] I don't think anyone would blame us for being upset at a time like this, though.
[It's nothing to do with sex, not anymore. He's asking her frankly, pointedly, because he sure isn't-- and she isn't exactly fighting back tears, is she?]
Every year, twenty-four kids are picked by lottery. Two from each district across the country, a boy and a girl, eleven to eighteen. They're picked out to represent and remind us all of the last time people rebelled against the government.
They get prettied up. Get a good meal for the first time in their lives, get to sleep on the softest beds . . . and in the morning, they get interviewed, so the Capitol people can get to know them. If they're funny or flirtatious or shy or scared, if they're appealing or not . . . if they want to root for them. That's how they get funding, see?
And they need it. Cuz pretty soon they're put in a special arena with a million cameras all over, and they're given weapons, and told that whoever's the last killed gets riches and comforts beyond all their wildest dreams. Even the district benefits, getting food for a year.
So they kill each other. And when you win, you get to mentor the next year's tributes.
[It's not hard to guess, from his profile, to the things he's told her before, and to the things he's saying now, what all of that information implies. Still, it doesn't change the way she looks confused, then horrified - her hand reaches up to rest on her mouth, shocked. She'd wondered what he'd been through, but she didn't expect it to be this.
After a few moments pass:]
And you... [No, not won.] You made it out. Haymitch, that's...
[She can't really fault him for that, and as much as she wants to say it, she can't even empathize with that position. That's why she struggles to find something to say for a long moment, before:]
I don't think anyone could blame you, after that long. [...] I'm sorry. I can't even imagine.
[He smiles faintly, and it's rueful, but it could be worse.]
You know what? I hope you never learn.
[But that's a lot to unload in one night, honestly. One conversation, where he feels emptier than he did, but he knows how to fix that. He lifts up off the counter, taking a step forward.]
Tell you what, sweetheart: you come find me if you change your mind and want some company. But I'll leave you be for the night.
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Date: 2019-10-28 04:43 am (UTC)[But then she backtracks, still self conscious.]
It's not that I mind. I just... wasn't expecting it.
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Date: 2019-10-28 04:45 am (UTC)I have eyes. And I'm not that much older than you.
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Date: 2019-10-28 04:48 am (UTC)[But then she breathes out, shaking her head.]
Not that that matters so much, I guess. What's a difference of a few days when we have to do this every week?
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Date: 2019-10-28 04:56 am (UTC)[He doesn't say it cruelly-- there's no glee or amusement in his gaze-- but rather neutrally, the same way one agrees that the weather looks cloudy today, sure.]
And us acting sad isn't gonna do much good. Not for us, and definitely not for them. Won't stop what's coming on Thursday night, either.
I might have five days left to live. I'm not gonna waste time.
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Date: 2019-10-28 05:00 am (UTC)Maybe. [But.] I don't think anyone would blame us for being upset at a time like this, though.
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Date: 2019-10-28 05:01 am (UTC)[It's nothing to do with sex, not anymore. He's asking her frankly, pointedly, because he sure isn't-- and she isn't exactly fighting back tears, is she?]
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Date: 2019-10-28 05:06 am (UTC)[She looks towards the ground, leaning against the kitchen counter.]
There are, like, a hundred things about this situation that are awful, and unfair, and - she deserved better than what's going to happen to her.
[It's sincere, at least, now that she's expressing it.]
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Date: 2019-10-28 05:12 am (UTC)[He studies her for a few long seconds, then scoffs again, rubbing at his mouth with one hand.]
Maybe I've known too many people who deserved better and died anyway.
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Date: 2019-10-28 05:16 am (UTC)[She remembers the evasion from last time. Conversely, though, her tone makes it clear enough she wouldn't mind if he did want to tell her.]
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Date: 2019-10-28 05:26 am (UTC)Every year, twenty-four kids are picked by lottery. Two from each district across the country, a boy and a girl, eleven to eighteen. They're picked out to represent and remind us all of the last time people rebelled against the government.
They get prettied up. Get a good meal for the first time in their lives, get to sleep on the softest beds . . . and in the morning, they get interviewed, so the Capitol people can get to know them. If they're funny or flirtatious or shy or scared, if they're appealing or not . . . if they want to root for them. That's how they get funding, see?
And they need it. Cuz pretty soon they're put in a special arena with a million cameras all over, and they're given weapons, and told that whoever's the last killed gets riches and comforts beyond all their wildest dreams. Even the district benefits, getting food for a year.
So they kill each other. And when you win, you get to mentor the next year's tributes.
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Date: 2019-10-28 05:32 am (UTC)After a few moments pass:]
And you... [No, not won.] You made it out. Haymitch, that's...
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Date: 2019-10-28 05:42 am (UTC)[Which would have made him sixteen when he won. He says that firmly. Not coldly, but stopping something before it begins.]
Forty-two kids I mentored. You gotta stop caring after a while.
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Date: 2019-10-28 05:50 am (UTC)I don't think anyone could blame you, after that long. [...] I'm sorry. I can't even imagine.
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Date: 2019-10-28 06:07 am (UTC)You know what? I hope you never learn.
[But that's a lot to unload in one night, honestly. One conversation, where he feels emptier than he did, but he knows how to fix that. He lifts up off the counter, taking a step forward.]
Tell you what, sweetheart: you come find me if you change your mind and want some company. But I'll leave you be for the night.