Week 4, Post-Trial: Max

[withsadness]

Maaaaax...do you have a few minutes?

[Mary waited until the excitement of the day had died down and people started splitting off to talk to who they had to, but she lingered around the McDonalds counter, not really all that subtle.]

I just want to ask you for some more advice, since you're so smart!

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[withsadness]

Oh, no...

[She fiddles with a thick lock of her hair, twisting and pulling restlessly.]

I was hoping I could just hate everyone forever. I guess that's not how things work.

[This is going to be a punishing eternity.]

[concertmaster]

I thought the same way back when I was alive.

[and yet. he grabs at her hand to stop her from twisting her own hair]

I don't know if liking people is worth shit in this world. I don't know if the Games are worth anything, either. But it's not... a bad thing. To not hate everything. Before it hurt so bad, you felt good, right?

[and with a sincerity he doesn't usually have:]

You can't be happy all the time. No one can. But you shouldn't regret the shit that made you happy, even if it was just for a little while.

[withsadness]

[Mary's expression loses some of its anxiety as she looks at Max's hand on her own.]

I guess you're right. [She sighs.] I know you're right. I must have just gotten caught up in everything going right for so many weeks I forgot that it couldn't last forever.

[Another thought occurs to her.]

I'm going to have to say goodbye to you in the end, too, aren't I?

[concertmaster]

[ he blinks and removes his hand with a shrug ]

... Yeah, I guess. I'm not in danger of being erased any time soon, though, so worry about that later.