People here ask too many questions, poke and prod and pry about things that don't concern them. Someone from Panem is different. Katniss knows the value of silence, especially after this sort of thing. It's too much. Remembering the daughter she'd never have, the woman she'll never be, the life she'll never lead. She can't face it, not yet.
Her wrists, bruised under her shirt and jacket, itch and ache. It hurts to rub them, but it relieves the prickling, so she keeps doing it. She doesn't want to think about Cato; he's nearly all she has on her mind.
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People here ask too many questions, poke and prod and pry about things that don't concern them. Someone from Panem is different. Katniss knows the value of silence, especially after this sort of thing. It's too much. Remembering the daughter she'd never have, the woman she'll never be, the life she'll never lead. She can't face it, not yet.
Her wrists, bruised under her shirt and jacket, itch and ache. It hurts to rub them, but it relieves the prickling, so she keeps doing it. She doesn't want to think about Cato; he's nearly all she has on her mind.
A few hours, a few days. She just needs time.]