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This evening, Ambriel is sitting on a rock by the shore, dangling one foot in the lake. The angel is leaning back on both hands, staring up into the false sky with a meditative expression.

Even the air around Ambriel is humming with life; the grass is green and lush, and the water clear. There might even be a few fish lurking nearby, if one was to look into the lake itself.

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He's sober this time, or at least as sober as he ever gets these days. Uncomfortably sober, but there's a few rules he doesn't let himself break, or he really will be a mutt of the Capitol's making. Mostly, right now, he's ambling. Somewhere along the line he lost his shoes and socks, and his vest and shirt has come unbuttoned.

Soon enough he'll have to go back. He can't stay this raw for long. But he's given himself another night before the train pulls into District Twelve.

"Hello again," Ambriel says, still with eyes closed. "You never did tell me your name, last time we met."

He pauses, his breath coming in a surprised stutter-step.

It takes him a moment to let go of the hilt of his knife, a moment after that to realize he has no coherent memory of meeting this person before.

Which means he was either extremely drunk, drugged, or an unfortunate combination of both.

Well, damn.

"Haymitch. Haymitch Abernathy."

That reaction was rather telling. "You were unfortunately affected by psychotropic drugs at the time. I was watching the window."

The angel smiles. "My name is Ambriel."

"That... explains some things." At least the vague impression that he'd walked into an explosives battle wasn't true. "How do, Ambriel?"

His mamma raised a boy who minded his manners.

Well, when not being threatened with certain death, or being forced to deal with the Capitol. That's above and beyond the call of duty.

"I have been trying to examine the make and matter of this area for several days, but have been remarkably unsuccessful." Ambriel sounds intrigued and amused rather than frustrated.

"But it was quite relaxing. And you? Are you feeling better?"

"That was a while ago." As if that means his situation has, in any way, improved. "Seem to get some pretty big gaps between trips here."

It's an obvious non-answer, but Haymitch is certainly more aware at the moment. Ambriel lets it pass, for now.

"I have remained here, since."

Well, not right here. At least, not the whole time.

"I have commitments, back there. Can't stick around here forever." As much as he'd like to, some days - he remembers what it was like to have a Capitol mentor. He's fairly sure he's crap at the job, but at least he's something of Twelve.

"Time stands still for many patrons of Milliways, I have been told. Are you not one of them?"

Time is a variable concept for Ambriel, so it doesn't really matter if it is passing outside or not.

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