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randomshit2013-01-03 12:58 am
accidentalrebellion) wrote in randomshit2013-01-03 12:58 am
moving on is impossible when i still see it all in my head (closed;)
["And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies."
It's that, that and a laugh, the cruelest and most grating imaginable, that have spent an entire night in her thoughts. For once, instead of nightmares, she saw images of a sneer and a pair of judgmental eyes that only made her blood boil under her skin.
Haymitch, who betrayed her. Haymitch, who betrayed them both. Haymitch, who lost any right to an opinion, any right to call himself a mentor (not that he was ever much of one in the first place), the moment he decided to double-cross her and lie to her.
But he's right. He's always right.
And that's the worst part.
By the time she trudges toward Command the following afternoon, her anger hasn't abated. Far from it. It's set in every line of her face, apparent in a hard glint in her eyes and in the way her breaths continue to come shorter than they should. When a stray glance alerts her to his imminent presence, for the first time since she clawed his face on the hovercraft, there's no incentive to stop or change her course.
She's prepared to keep right on walking.]
It's that, that and a laugh, the cruelest and most grating imaginable, that have spent an entire night in her thoughts. For once, instead of nightmares, she saw images of a sneer and a pair of judgmental eyes that only made her blood boil under her skin.
Haymitch, who betrayed her. Haymitch, who betrayed them both. Haymitch, who lost any right to an opinion, any right to call himself a mentor (not that he was ever much of one in the first place), the moment he decided to double-cross her and lie to her.
But he's right. He's always right.
And that's the worst part.
By the time she trudges toward Command the following afternoon, her anger hasn't abated. Far from it. It's set in every line of her face, apparent in a hard glint in her eyes and in the way her breaths continue to come shorter than they should. When a stray glance alerts her to his imminent presence, for the first time since she clawed his face on the hovercraft, there's no incentive to stop or change her course.
She's prepared to keep right on walking.]
i love you
But maybe it isn't just about that. Maybe it's also about her own satisfaction. About finishing what she started. One more arrow for a clean kill. It'd be for the best.
When she speaks again, the careful control of her cold fury starts to unravel. There's something else in there, betrayed by a voice that's much shakier than she'd like for it to be.]
I hate you. [And because that doesn't seem like enough...] I hate you for what you did to him.
i love you mooore
I wasn't the only one who left him.
nuh uuuuhhhh i love you the mostest
She's been forced to go on the defensive. The volume and desperation in her voice rise as a result.]
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have had to!
[Even as the words leave her mouth, though, she knows the ground is shrinking beneath her feet. There's no counterargument against what Haymitch has, again, so effectively brought to the surface and made unavoidable. She can try to extend the blame all she wants, but it doesn't change the horrible truth.
Peeta is being held in the Capitol. And it's because of her.]
no way B( I love you times infinity!! and ow that icon hurts
...Okay. We got that out of the way. Now let's do what we have to get him back.
[Because they could do this. They could yell back and forth for hours. But at the end of the day, they both wanted the same thing: Peeta. He was less of a fighter than Katniss, but there was something good about the kid. And Haymitch owed him that much at least. After all he'd let happen to him, he owed him that much.]