It’s an understandable desire and one that Katniss wants very much, too.
She’s experienced the underworld of New York, and of Hell’s Kitchen in
particular, first hand. She knows how horrible it can be. His work is
admirable. While Katniss had made her choices to protect her sister, he
had made his to protect complete strangers. It’s a complicated life but
one that she both admires and finds worthwhile. She’ll do her part to
support Matt. But it feels good to be out here, capable of helping him
outside of the apartment.
No one is perfect. That’s a lesson that she had learned early on in life.
For all she idolizes Matt, she doesn’t expect him to be perfect either. He
provides her with someone whose example she can follow. Someone who has
messed up in the past and still managed to make the most of his life.
Maybe even someone who can help her understand that even girls like her
deserve a second chance. Respecting life, even that of these thugs, is a
start to earning her new life. Making Matt proud of her is just a
wonderful byproduct.
She should be terrified standing here on the roof. Terrified of going up
against these men, terrified of the jump ahead. Terrified of all the
unknown left still to face tonight. But she still beams at his quip. It’s
a silly sort of lovesick smile that she just can’t help. As she runs after
him, it lingers. By the time he’s at the edge of the building though, it’s
completely gone. Though Katniss knows Matt has done jumps like this
hundreds of times, the worry still spikes. Her heart still skips a beat as
he crosses the space and she lets out a breath once he lands. She forces
herself to take a deep breath, her heart beating rapidly, knowing full well
that it’s now her turn before Matt gestures. They’ve done this in
practice. She’s never fallen. Starting now would just be plain stupid.
Still, she fears that she might. It’s a fear she pushes down as she runs
towards the edge and leaps towards Matt. She’s not nearly as graceful as
his and her landing turns into a tumble. But she lands and, although she
probably should be quiet, has to laugh in relief.
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It’s an understandable desire and one that Katniss wants very much, too. She’s experienced the underworld of New York, and of Hell’s Kitchen in particular, first hand. She knows how horrible it can be. His work is admirable. While Katniss had made her choices to protect her sister, he had made his to protect complete strangers. It’s a complicated life but one that she both admires and finds worthwhile. She’ll do her part to support Matt. But it feels good to be out here, capable of helping him outside of the apartment.
No one is perfect. That’s a lesson that she had learned early on in life. For all she idolizes Matt, she doesn’t expect him to be perfect either. He provides her with someone whose example she can follow. Someone who has messed up in the past and still managed to make the most of his life. Maybe even someone who can help her understand that even girls like her deserve a second chance. Respecting life, even that of these thugs, is a start to earning her new life. Making Matt proud of her is just a wonderful byproduct.
She should be terrified standing here on the roof. Terrified of going up against these men, terrified of the jump ahead. Terrified of all the unknown left still to face tonight. But she still beams at his quip. It’s a silly sort of lovesick smile that she just can’t help. As she runs after him, it lingers. By the time he’s at the edge of the building though, it’s completely gone. Though Katniss knows Matt has done jumps like this hundreds of times, the worry still spikes. Her heart still skips a beat as he crosses the space and she lets out a breath once he lands. She forces herself to take a deep breath, her heart beating rapidly, knowing full well that it’s now her turn before Matt gestures. They’ve done this in practice. She’s never fallen. Starting now would just be plain stupid. Still, she fears that she might. It’s a fear she pushes down as she runs towards the edge and leaps towards Matt. She’s not nearly as graceful as his and her landing turns into a tumble. But she lands and, although she probably should be quiet, has to laugh in relief.