[It's a fantastic idea, really, but Clove truly feels like she senses her fellow tribute before she sees her. She turns her head.
The hijacking is a memory of a dream. She can recall the highlights: being crowned beside Cato, her wedding, her daughter. Everything else is hazy, slipping between reality and pretend. She still has the photograph, hidden so Cato will never find it.
When the other girl-- she cannot be District Twelve today, but she can't ever be Katniss-- nods, Clove replies in the same fashion.
Today, it's forgiveness and understanding. No one is an enemy on Reaping Day. The class divide in District Two, which causes such resentment year-round, vanishes for a week and remains low throughout the Games.
She cannot go back to her apartment. She will not go to her camp. She doesn't know where else to go.
So she sits on the fountain edge and waits. When the other tribute reappears (following her seems wrong, like she might feel like a threat), Clove will remember to return the mockingjay pin, the token of District Twelve.]
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The hijacking is a memory of a dream. She can recall the highlights: being crowned beside Cato, her wedding, her daughter. Everything else is hazy, slipping between reality and pretend. She still has the photograph, hidden so Cato will never find it.
When the other girl-- she cannot be District Twelve today, but she can't ever be Katniss-- nods, Clove replies in the same fashion.
Today, it's forgiveness and understanding. No one is an enemy on Reaping Day. The class divide in District Two, which causes such resentment year-round, vanishes for a week and remains low throughout the Games.
She cannot go back to her apartment. She will not go to her camp. She doesn't know where else to go.
So she sits on the fountain edge and waits. When the other tribute reappears (following her seems wrong, like she might feel like a threat), Clove will remember to return the mockingjay pin, the token of District Twelve.]