❛ It’s how we survive. ❜ / @crestah
“ it shouldn’t be how we survive. ”
There’s bitterness in her voice – a common pattern, Johanna can recognize that her tone is always filled with venom lately, anger and grudge. She can’t remember the last time she actually felt anything other than a desire to swing an axe at everybody in the Capitol and watch Snow’s head rolling down a hill. By now, it’s become natural to her, and that’s perhaps what angers her the most.
The acceptance. If you accept your shitty fate, then you’ll become a sad, pathetic conformist just hoping to live one more day. And after she won the games, she promised herself to never be one again – look how that turned out.
But Annie is different – Annie has people to cling to still, and the idea that she’d give into their fate is what angers Johanna the most. Yes, this is how they survive – but that doesn’t mean they should duck their heads and just take it; isn’t that the whole point of this idea of revolution that’s brewing within the victors?
“ you know, Finnick’s really sure we’re gonna win this … ” a click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth – she doesn’t want to sound condescending, but she doubts it will ever end. It’s a fucking paradox, because that’s also acceptance of her fate, “ I know he has to believe it, because he has you. ” head leans against the wall behind her, the one they’re both sitting against – Annie’s feet are bare, Johanna wonders how she’s not cold, because she shouldn’t be used to chilly weather, “ who knows? maybe he’s right. maybe we won’t have to keep surviving like this any longer. ”
