[She's not so much angry as... confused. She can understand why he might want to take the time to decorate the living spaces, both on this floor and the one he shares with Rue above. They are the communal areas, the ones he has as much right to as she does. Or as Rue might.
But this is her room. Why should he care what it looks like? That she's kept it as spartan as the quarters in District Thirteen. Except, it's no longer like that now.
It's... her woods. The ones from home, from District Twelve. Plants she recognizes. Just the start, but there's no mistaking his intention.
Like the primroses he'll eventually plant in honor of Prim.
A million thoughts run through her head. But she doesn't know what to say aloud.]
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But this is her room. Why should he care what it looks like? That she's kept it as spartan as the quarters in District Thirteen. Except, it's no longer like that now.
It's... her woods. The ones from home, from District Twelve. Plants she recognizes. Just the start, but there's no mistaking his intention.
Like the primroses he'll eventually plant in honor of Prim.
A million thoughts run through her head. But she doesn't know what to say aloud.]