je suis désolé /annie+av

The bloodbath had just ended abruptly and she was sick to her stomach. She knew all too well that she would never be ready for this. It was too sudden if she was being honest with her. Arc had so much promise and he fell at the hands of the monsters wearing nothing but shells of themselves. Anger. That is always the first reaction, quite clearly.

Annie knew better than to have a public meltdown now a days. Her scar throbbing on her wrist intensified every moment she spent angry. It was a reminder. She could convince herself all she wanted, that this was not on her. That Arc had not done enough to make it out alive.

But it was.

And now she would probably have to explain to her family, especially Angel, why Anarchy would not be able to join them for dinner anymore. Because she was just not prepared enough. The games were cruel, but it was even more so when blood was involved.

She was just repaying what she owed.

The dog had been sent home with Leon, to which she still had no clue why anyone had let them bring it in the first place. Annie and Beck did most of the leg work here in the capitol, Leon coming and going as he needed. It was easier that way. But now she wished that she kept the dog with her just a little longer. At least then she would have had a piece of Arc with her right now.

But an elevator ding signaled it was time for her to go. Beck could man it from here. She knew that. It was her to experience what it was like losing someone you grew up after all. Her judgement cloudy, and her vision tunneled towards the floor, she didnt even notice that she was sharing the compartment with someone else.

She focused on the seconds it took for the elevator doors to close, and when they did, she started from the top. She was in her own world, drowning all over again. She kept her mouth closed, and that was her problem.

She realized that someone had spoken to her. She looked to her right and realized that the victor from the 88th standing at attention, trying to figure out if he was even in the right place right now.

Annie had half a mind to snap, but this was not the time or the place. She was grieving, and while she might have been given grace, she knew how to keep her composure. "No. Not right now." Annie said, staring through the glass as the elevator moved down. "This must be the worst way to meet huh?" Annie was honest, she could sense that this was tender. Annie was a career after all.

She hated everything about it.