Effie Trinket (
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2013-10-14 02:40 pm (UTC)
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"...Oh."
Effie closed her eyes and concentrated.
Home. Dead. Where children die as a matter of course. Feel something, Effie Trinket. Sorrow. Feel sorrow. Feel grief.
A tiny kernel of disturbance in her stomach bloomed into a slightly larger kernel.
Now behave accordingly.
"I'm sorry, Jack."
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Effie closed her eyes and concentrated. Home. Dead. Where children die as a matter of course. Feel something, Effie Trinket. Sorrow. Feel sorrow. Feel grief.
A tiny kernel of disturbance in her stomach bloomed into a slightly larger kernel.
Now behave accordingly.
"I'm sorry, Jack."