[She wasn't there. Wasn't there when Katniss sang Rue off, voice quiet but strong in a lame attempt to comfort the dying girl. She wouldn't expect Clove to know. It's never been something she's advertised much. Never found a reason to. Singing isn't a useful skill. It won't put food on the table or keep your family wrong.
But it does, she know, bring comfort. To another, to yourself. And maybe that counts. Maybe that can be considered useful.
Not that that matters now. All that really matters is that he loves hearing her sing. She hasn't sung this much in a long time. Not since she had been awaiting her sentence for killing Coin. In some ways, it's different. In other ways, song is the only way she holds on to sanity.]
voice:
But it does, she know, bring comfort. To another, to yourself. And maybe that counts. Maybe that can be considered useful.
Not that that matters now. All that really matters is that he loves hearing her sing. She hasn't sung this much in a long time. Not since she had been awaiting her sentence for killing Coin. In some ways, it's different. In other ways, song is the only way she holds on to sanity.]
There hasn't been much reason to.