@saevacorvum gets angst
His world may have well stopped turning after the results of the 74th Annual Hunger Games. He had worked so hard to give Clove as many advantages, and had done things he wasn’t proud of so that she stood a chance in the competition. And what had happened? She’d gotten herself killed. She had gotten cocky, and overconfident, and wound up with her head bashed in. And Alex had lost his only friend in District 2.
Could he even really have called her a friend? One or two half-decent interactions at various social events when she was drunk and less violent didn’t exactly constitute friendship, but she had still been the closest thing he had to one. Even if she constantly threatened to stab him all the time, and he was kind of afraid she would kill him in his sleep if given the chance.... he still wanted her to succeed. Instead, he had returned to Two alone, while those cheaters from Twelve both got to leave the arena alive.
At least he had the thunder to keep him company tonight, every crash resounding like the cannon fire that signaled a death. Boom. Boom. Boom. Clove. Cato. Dead.
