"I don't know what the hell this is all about, but I ain't a moose. What the hell is wrong with you?"
He had indulged her in this weird moose obsession up until the point it had gotten him restrained and abducted. Now he was in no mood for games and he was certainly not going to keep entertaining this game of being a moose. He didn't even have antlers.
"You're....not?" If her face wasn't pale before, it was now. The color drained even from her lips. If she could have seen herself, Effie would have been horrified: the wig was gone -- probably knocked off in the tussle below. The makeup was mostly smeared away. And her clothes were torn up. The Peacekeepers weren't too fond of Capitol bigwigs.
But most of all, Effie was horrified at what she done, both to herself and him. She'd doomed them both to death.
It did nothing to make her more attractive (though he was glad to see the wig gone), but she looked more human at least. Logan did not take kindly to seeing anyone mistreated, though there was little he could do about it presently.
"You can ease up on the apologizing. Who are these people? Why do they want a moose?"
"They want one for their Games," she tried to explain. But Effie had a rather sinking realization that they actually did NOT want one for that purpose. They'd wanted one for her. They'd set her up to fail.
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He had indulged her in this weird moose obsession up until the point it had gotten him restrained and abducted. Now he was in no mood for games and he was certainly not going to keep entertaining this game of being a moose. He didn't even have antlers.
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But most of all, Effie was horrified at what she done, both to herself and him. She'd doomed them both to death.
"I'm sorry. I'm....oh, no."
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"You can ease up on the apologizing. Who are these people? Why do they want a moose?"
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"I still don't know what one is..."