[When she first sees the corrected traps, she thinks of Gale. She thinks of that time, a few months after their first encounter in the woods, as their friendship grew. It's something he would do. Fix her snares when she wasn't looking to have her figure out what she did wrong after it successfully caught them game.
She kneels by the third one, in the weeds by the river, eying the work with caution. It's not Gale's work. No, she'd know that like she'd know her own. Which means she doesn't have to worry, doesn't have to scare herself with thoughts of seeing him again. Because it's easier to keep him in District 2, far away and in a place where she doesn't have to feel anything at all.
She draws an arrow as she stands, looking around cautiously. Whoever fixed the traps might still be here. And she doesn't want him or her getting any closer to the tree houses.]
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She kneels by the third one, in the weeds by the river, eying the work with caution. It's not Gale's work. No, she'd know that like she'd know her own. Which means she doesn't have to worry, doesn't have to scare herself with thoughts of seeing him again. Because it's easier to keep him in District 2, far away and in a place where she doesn't have to feel anything at all.
She draws an arrow as she stands, looking around cautiously. Whoever fixed the traps might still be here. And she doesn't want him or her getting any closer to the tree houses.]