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"I don't even know where to go now… Nothing is the same as it used to be." Effie Trinket drank her tea and just kept her eyes downcast. It was nice to have company, but even Plutarch Heavensbee was only a slight comfort.

"Well I could give you a job. Plenty of positions around trying to do programming here still and you already have a good amount of background in working in front of a camera." Effie shook her head, and just made Plutarch shrug. "Or there's always need for people in District 12."

"I'm not interested in doing some show about the rebuilding efforts out there." She'd almost had enough with all the cameras and what had been considered entertainment at one point.

Heavensbee took his turn to shake his head. "I didn't mean that so much as going out there to help out. Get away from the Capitol at least and take some time instead of walking around here like a zombie."

The idea wasn't entirely hideous. After all she would get to see Katniss and Peeta and see how they were ding with all of this madness that had happened. They would at least be happy enough to see her again, especially when she wasn't trying to run them all around with a schedule of events and everything else. There was another matter however. "Haymitch would be putting me on the first train back if he got the chance."

"Somehow I doubt that." Plutarch seemed so sure that it was enough to raise at least her still naturally colored eyebrows. "You seem surprised, Miss Trinket."

"I'm wondering where you got a silly notion that Haymitch wouldn't tell me to go back to the Capitol now that I have no business in 12."

"Probably from the fact that he almost attacked Coin more than once when she deemed you as good as dead and hung it over his head every time he started to get out of line." He chuckled and took another drink out of his cup. "Threatening you, Katniss, and Peeta were about the only things that could get him to shut up most of the time. I'm not saying I'd read too much into it, but he cares enough that the idea of you dying was not something he wanted to think about. So perhaps he doesn't entirely hate you."

Effie considered it, running a finger along the edge of her cup. They had been working together for fifteen years when the Tributes had escaped from the arena and since then another year had passed by with no Games. In their own twisted way they were slightly friends who had been tossed together all this time and expected to take care of a pair of children that were going to be lucky to get enough sponsors for a bottle of water. Plus… "After the Quell? Don't you think he'd lost enough people he knew without adding me to the list?"

She had never put too much consideration into her recovery in Snow's mansion. There were more than a few times she had woken up screaming and crying to find herself soon enveloped in the Mentor's arms before he tried to get her to go back to sleep. She was seeing someone about all her problems, but the dreams were still there and haunting her and now there was no one around to care.

Plutarch was just giving her an annoyingly knowing smile like he was still hiding something but wasn't about to share it. "I think you might feel a little better getting out of here and into some new surroundings. You can always move back if things don't work out."

"I'll think about it."