Anakin's office [early Monday morning, before classes]

[sith_happened]

Anakin, who had been running on the power of coffee for the last week, hadn't stopped watching the Games since the last shipment of bread had been delivered. There had been interviews with the survivors' families: Anakin was looking only to see Katniss's sister and to check that she still had all of her fingers attached.

He rubbed at his eyes blearily as the games began again, steeling himself for another day of devious, horrifying death. They were down to eight. Things were going to get even uglier.

[OOC: Up suuuuper early for the Hunger Games crew. NFB for character death.]

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Re: Leave Taking

[wwiii]

Warren sat, staring at the floor, until his mind defogged enough for him to be aware that he was supposed to be doing something.

And he looked up to see Karla, already doing that something. Thank goodness for that, at least. He'd made a promise to be there for Wesley, but he was coming to the realization that he had no idea what a person needed in the immediate wake of something like that. And beyond that, he was too consumed by his own guilt, that he'd known and he hadn't said anything, he didn't trust himself to do anything but cling to his friend and apologize, over and over. Which was... probably the last thing that Wesley needed at the moment.

He sat, and squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to remember to breathe. Wesley wasn't alone for now. That was what mattered. And he didn't have to be alone later, either. But first, Warren had to get his own head on straight, again.