[Katniss is equally frozen. The camp is too reminiscent, down to the layout of the boxes. She almost expects to see a pyramid of food. A booby trapped pyramid just waiting to blow someone to bits. Deafen her. Maybe even burn.
But there's no pyramid. And no signs of anyone else inhabiting the camp. Only the Career from District Two. The Career who looks as ready to throw an arrow in Katniss' direction as she is to let loose an arrow in her's. It's a standstill. Impossible to move. Impossible to do anything but remain tense. Ready. That they were ever friends is a lie. A hijacking conducted by the Gamemakers. Because this? This is the truth. They're enemies and it is only a matter of time before one of them does draw first blood.
She doesn't want it to be her. But she didn't come out here to die, either. The bow remains steady, her aim true. She's not putting her bow down, not taking a step away.
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But there's no pyramid. And no signs of anyone else inhabiting the camp. Only the Career from District Two. The Career who looks as ready to throw an arrow in Katniss' direction as she is to let loose an arrow in her's. It's a standstill. Impossible to move. Impossible to do anything but remain tense. Ready. That they were ever friends is a lie. A hijacking conducted by the Gamemakers. Because this? This is the truth. They're enemies and it is only a matter of time before one of them does draw first blood.
She doesn't want it to be her. But she didn't come out here to die, either. The bow remains steady, her aim true. She's not putting her bow down, not taking a step away.
Not until Clove relinquishes the knives.]