[Even, she says. We're even now. Katniss comes to a halt at those words, brow furrowing in confusion. It's not the answer that she expected. It's not an answer that she knows how to respond to. It makes the anger dissipate for a few moments as she wracks her brain for an answer. What has she possibly done for Clove that would make her think they had a score to settle? A score, at least, that needed to be settled by stew instead of by blood.
If she's referring to the recent hijacks, how the girl from District Two lost her memory, that's ridiculous. Clove owes her nothing from that, nothing at all. She had been hijacked, mentally disoriented for some stupid experiment beyond all of their control. Katniss wasn't a good person, felt as if she lacked a number of morals most others possessed. But there were some lines you didn't cross. She remembered how Delly had treated Peeta with nothing but respect and kindness after his hijacking. That was the right thing to do. Not lying to Clove had been the right thing, too.
She shakes her head and scowls again. She's being ridiculous. Stupid. utterly stupid. Even now.
Is this supposed to be pity? She doesn't want her pity. She doesn't want pity from anyone, let alone a sixteen year old girl who should be dead.]
For what? [She doesn't quite scream the words, but they're angry. A little strangled. She doesn't understand. She wants to understand.] What are we even for, Clove? You don't owe me anything.
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If she's referring to the recent hijacks, how the girl from District Two lost her memory, that's ridiculous. Clove owes her nothing from that, nothing at all. She had been hijacked, mentally disoriented for some stupid experiment beyond all of their control. Katniss wasn't a good person, felt as if she lacked a number of morals most others possessed. But there were some lines you didn't cross. She remembered how Delly had treated Peeta with nothing but respect and kindness after his hijacking. That was the right thing to do. Not lying to Clove had been the right thing, too.
She shakes her head and scowls again. She's being ridiculous. Stupid. utterly stupid. Even now.
Is this supposed to be pity? She doesn't want her pity. She doesn't want pity from anyone, let alone a sixteen year old girl who should be dead.]
For what? [She doesn't quite scream the words, but they're angry. A little strangled. She doesn't understand. She wants to understand.] What are we even for, Clove? You don't owe me anything.