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Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games (tiedinknots) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-08-07 10:59:00

WHO: Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta
WHAT: Talking
WHEN: Sunday afternoon, after this.
WHERE: Finnick's room
WARNINGS: Talk of PTSD, possible talk of non-consensual sex, talk of violence, will update if necessary
STATUS: Closed/ongoing

Finnick wasn't at all surprised that all the talk of violence - the glorification of violence - that had been all over the network during this stop was upsetting Annie. To be honest, it was upsetting him. Sure, he realized that these creatures weren't human, that they were some sort of mutts. Or monsters. Or whatever.

But...the zeal with which people were killing them was...disturbing and a bit disgusting. He supposed, long ago, he had been like that - and not just with monsters. He still remembered the glee he had felt as he had realized that he was well on his way to winning his games, and the joy that every kill he made brought that closer. He had not been ashamed of the murders he was committing at the time. No, that had come two years later, with the horrible realization that being a Victor was not at all the glorious thing it had been made out to be. And then had followed his depression, and the drink...and he had lost himself to the world, and to his misery.

Until, of course, he had met Annie, who had been his light in the darkness, and given him hope again.

And now, older and wiser than he had been, he could see nothing fun or amusing about killing anything. And as he waited for Annie to arrive (he needed her closeness right now as much as she needed him - he was quite sure about that), he found himself pacing to keep himself from shaking. What would it take to make people understand that this violence destroyed them as much as their victims?