[AUTHORS NOTE]

Expect some more regular updates for Legacy! I want to get this finished before I work on the other stories!

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"You need to rest," Willianna Nelson, one of the doctors in Two that helped the rebels, stated for what must have been the hundredth time. The last thing Quinn wanted to do now was rest. How was she supposed to do that when in the basement of the main building, there was a makeshift morgue. When Jules and Taylon were both down there, two people from her team were down there because they had to go on that suicide mission. Quinn didn't know Taylon all that much, but she did know Jules.

Of course when they first met, Jules hated her. She couldn't stand that Orion had led the group to Four to help some drugged up Victor who didn't even know what their part in the rebellion was. But ever since Quinn got placed in the First Response, Jules was one of the only people she actually trusted-- and she hadn't been able to even help her.

"I'm fine," Quinn assured her, "A few cuts and bruises isn't that bad."

"Maverick," she started again.

Quinn pushed herself up from her seat, "I'm fine," she stated again. This time more sternly than before. "Besides, I can't stay in this building another minute."

With that, Quinn made her way away from her spot and towards a room down the hall where armour and weapons were brought. She stepped into the room, there were a few others getting their belongings. None of them she really knew, except for one of them. The man that she had been part of her group. Now in the daylight, she could actually see what he looked like. He had sandy brown hair, and grey eyes-- a pretty typical look for someone from Two actually.

"Why didn't you let me help her," Quinn asked, stopping beside him. "Haymenn, why didn't you let me try--"

"People don't usually survive getting a bullet through their neck," he retorted, "Besides that, you were a clear target for anyone in the open."

"I told you to leave me," she retorted, "What happened to giving orders not taking them?!"

"You're too important to let die because of something stupid," he replied, "If there had been a chance Haymenn could have lived, I would have helped her myself. But you have to learn when to just think about yourself and who is still alive."

"That's selfish--"

He cut her off and stood up from getting his things together, "It's selfish to just feel sorry for yourself and not even try to contribute anything while letting everyone else make choices for you too."

"You have no idea what I've done for everyone here." Quinn scowled, pressing her eyebrows together, and instinctively her arms crossed over her chest.

"None of us are stupid, Quinn," he paused, "You've given a lot. But you've given up. So suck it up, quit feeling sorry for yourself and think about what we are all trying to do," he said plainly, his tone was serious and dripping every word out like it was venom. "Don't blame me or yourself for what happened to everyone who's hurt and dead because of last night. We didn't kill them. The lapdogs did."

Quinn stood there, unable to form words in her throat. It was like she could think of something to say, but then she couldn't even begin to form the words in her mouth. She wanted to say that he was right. She hated the lapdogs, she hated the Capitol more...but even with what happened the night before-- she couldn't help but blame Command for letting that suicide mission even happen.

"If that's everything," he sighed, "Then I'll be going. I need to meet with Sargent Benson."

"Finn?" Quinn asked, "Why?"

"Paylor put me on your squad, Maverick,"

"Jules' is already replaced?!" Quinn asked loudly. If all people to replace Jules already...

"I'm just there to make up the numbers," he stated with a long sigh as he stepped past her to leave. Quinn let out a long sigh, letting out frustration and irritation all at once as she began to look for her gear. "Oh and Quinn," she sighed, not bothering to looked back at him. "There's going to be casualties. There's nothing you can do about it."

Quinn sighed heavily and turned her back towards him and began looking for her things again. She didn't even know his name, she didn't care to either. She didn't care to even know who he was. She wanted to tell herself that Finn wouldn't care for him either, but deep down, she knew that he would like him. He'd like the way he processed things, and he seemed like the kind of guy that would do anything that Finn told him to.

He's right, she thought to herself after she gathered her things to bring to the place in the command building she had claimed for when she slept. It's like the games...people are going to die regardless.

That reality was a lot to take in, it was something she should have accepted by now. She had thought she had come to terms with that, but apparently she hadn't. Now, all she knew was that she wanted it to end...