Prompt : Effie a toujours pris soin de Haymitch. Elle est emprisonnée au capitol avec les autres vainqueurs. Lors d'une conversation, elle dit Annie de tenir le coût car ils viendront bientôt les délivrés. Johanna s'emporte et Effie lui répond qu'ils viendront pour eux mais pas pour elle. Elle lui demande de veiller sur Haymitch parce que seul il ne fait pas bien.

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Prompt Translation : Effie always took care of Haymitch. She's imprisoned with the other victors in the Capitol. During a discussion she tells Annie to hang on because they will soon be rescued. Johanna gets mad and Effie tells her they will come for them but not her. She asks her to take care of Haymitch because he's not good at taking care of himself.

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"Do you think the rebels can win the war?" Effie asked, in the dead of night.

She and Johanna were huddled close together in the corner of their cell, lying back to back, in a desperate attempt to keep warm. It wasn't really working but Effie deemed it better than freezing by herself on the other side of the small room.

"I don't have a fucking clue." came Johanna's tired answer.

The tortures were starting to take their toll on her body, Effie mused. She was clearly the one in worst shape in their small group. They never let them in the same cell or with the same person for too long, there was a sort of rotation, probably to let them see how bad the others were, to prompt them to talk. Annie was mostly left alone because it was clear she knew nothing but Peeta, Johanna, Effie and the few other victors left… They had killed an old victor from One the day before, when it had become clear he knew nothing and was too frail to be used in propos.

They were using Peeta and Johanna in propos an awful lot. Sometimes they ordered Effie to clean them up, to prep them. It was a punishment of its own to cover their bruises with make-up, to make them beautiful again. It was all a lie and both Johanna and Peeta died a little more inside each time Effie erased the traces of mistreatment.

"Will they attempt a rescue mission?" she pressed.

Johanna's body shuddered with annoyance.

"For the boy and Annie maybe." she spat. "If your brainless bird and Finnick play it clever. They have value." She heard what Johanna didn't say : the escort and the victor didn't. "We're still in the Games, Trinket. Value is the only thing that matters."

Effie thought about that for a few minutes. "You're wrong. They will come for you. They're using you for the propos so you are valuable too."

It was all public relations and Effie was very good at that. If the rebels were clever, they would take Johanna and turned her image around : use her for the rebellion and against the Capitol. She was valuable.

Effie, on the other hand…

"Maybe." Johanna shrugged. "Don't hold your breath on a rescue, though. I don't see anyone coming to get us away from this shit hole."

Seven's victor sounded bitter. Effie could understand why. She knew nothing about the rebellion or Haymitch's plans. He had kept her in the dark. He had kissed her, promised he would be back soon and he had left without looking back.

She had an inkling something would happen, of course, but… She certainly hadn't been expecting that.

"I need a favor." she whispered.

"I'm already keeping you warm, Trinket, that's favor enough." Johanna sneered. "I'm not going to braid your hair."

There was no hair left to braid, she wanted to say, but she swallowed those words back. That had been the worst – worse than the torture, worse than the nasty words – the moment when they had cut her hair, cropped it so short to her skull there was almost nothing left. She was ugly now, they had said, and they were right.

Johanna hadn't even flinched when they had shaved her head and she had glared at Effie with contempt when the escort had wept for her blond strands.

"Once they rescue you…" she insisted. "Haymitch, you need…"

"Fuck, no." Johanna scoffed. "I'm not carrying any lovey-dovey messages. Ask the boy or Annie."

They were both insane, Effie almost argued, or on their way to be.

"No message." she promised. "I just need… I just need you to make sure he takes care of himself." Johanna didn't answer so she went on. "Haymitch doesn't react well to loss… He doesn't know how to… grieve. You have to make sure he doesn't drink himself to death, Johanna. I don't want him to."

"You think he would grieve for you?" the victor chuckled.

It was mean and a low blow.

"I'm afraid for Peeta and Katniss." she objected. She closed her eyes, desperate not to see the grey walls anymore. She thought back to their last night together, how he had remained in her bed for the first time in forever, how he had hold her so, so tight… She should have known right then that he was planning something stupid. "And yes, I think he will grieve for me. He won't say it but he will."

"Whatever help you sleep at night." Johanna snorted.

"Just promise me you won't let him do anything idiotic." She trusted Seven's victor to take care of him. She wouldn't do it the same way as Effie but she would make sure he would be alright.

"He got Finnick and me in that shit, if you think I'm letting him take the easy way out, you're dead wrong." Johanna growled. "I might force him to live his life sober for this."

Effie smiled. "Don't be too harsh on him. He was trying to save the children."

"Great." The victor's laugher was deranged. "That's a huge comfort to me."

"He was probably trying to save you too, you know." she sighed. "You're one of his."

She had never understood why but Haymitch loved Johanna the same way he loved Finnick. They were too old to be saved the way Peeta and Katniss could be saved but that didn't mean Haymitch wouldn't at least try.

"You're deluded." Johanna retorted. "Shut up now. I need my beauty sleep. I have more electrical shocks planned tomorrow."

She let her.

When they took Johanna out of her cell a few hours later, Effie was left alone. She heard the screams and the gunshot from afar. She heard the stomping and one of the rebels yelling to the others to go back to the hovercraft.

She heard the whole thing and she smiled.

"It's a big, big, big day." she whispered, wishing Johanna could hear her.