[Her head tilts a little to the left as Clove stands, as if to inquire as to the girl's choice in actions. Otherwise, her expression remains impassive. Why should she care what the Career chooses to do? They have the truce. A stupid truce, she finally realizes. What does it matter if one kills the other in a place where the dead come back to life? She's seen people mention it on the journal repeatedly. Witnessed it first hand with Rue's arrival, with the arrival of Clove and of Cato.
The truce is stupid. A damned waste of their time. Remember who the enemy is. She remembers. She'll always remember that. The Malnosso, the new Gamekeepers that came and stole her from any peace she might have known in District Twelve. And why? So she could be a pawn for them, too? To fight in their drafts or participate in their stupid hijackings and experiments. It's ridiculous. All of this ridiculous.
And suddenly, she wants to fight. All the sadness has given way to anger. They had no right bringing her here, bringing any of them here. And then giving her a chance to feel settled, to feel happy, before taking the one thing that meant to most to her away.
Damn the. Damn them all.
She's too caught up in her own thoughts that at first she doesn't notice that Clove has begun to walk into the forest. For a moment, she hesitates. It would be easy to wake Cato now, to have that fight that he practically promised her when Peeta was still in a coma. But then Clove would come running. Then, the odds would not be in her favor.
So she follows, knowing she made the right choice when she hears Clove finally speaks. Her own response comes on the heels of the girl's statement.] Then why?
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The truce is stupid. A damned waste of their time. Remember who the enemy is. She remembers. She'll always remember that. The Malnosso, the new Gamekeepers that came and stole her from any peace she might have known in District Twelve. And why? So she could be a pawn for them, too? To fight in their drafts or participate in their stupid hijackings and experiments. It's ridiculous. All of this ridiculous.
And suddenly, she wants to fight. All the sadness has given way to anger. They had no right bringing her here, bringing any of them here. And then giving her a chance to feel settled, to feel happy, before taking the one thing that meant to most to her away.
Damn the. Damn them all.
She's too caught up in her own thoughts that at first she doesn't notice that Clove has begun to walk into the forest. For a moment, she hesitates. It would be easy to wake Cato now, to have that fight that he practically promised her when Peeta was still in a coma. But then Clove would come running. Then, the odds would not be in her favor.
So she follows, knowing she made the right choice when she hears Clove finally speaks. Her own response comes on the heels of the girl's statement.] Then why?