[Clove nodded once. Slowly-- very, very slowly-- she eased her knife back into its sheath and moved from her crouch back to sitting on the ground, looking out at the lake.
The other girl was ever in her peripheral vision. She didn't really let her out of her sight. But she was deemed less of a threat now. Neither of them were in the mood to die, she felt sure.
At least her memories of her "life" here felt like a dream. They conjured up a few feelings in her, feelings of trust and companionship, but those were thoughts created by a dream. Her memories of being a Victor were much clearer, much sharper, much more painful. ...Maybe because she realised how close she'd been to having it.]
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The other girl was ever in her peripheral vision. She didn't really let her out of her sight. But she was deemed less of a threat now. Neither of them were in the mood to die, she felt sure.
At least her memories of her "life" here felt like a dream. They conjured up a few feelings in her, feelings of trust and companionship, but those were thoughts created by a dream. Her memories of being a Victor were much clearer, much sharper, much more painful. ...Maybe because she realised how close she'd been to having it.]