[With every second that passes, every second that it takes Clove to reply, her hand tightens on the grip. It would only take a matter of seconds. By now, she has the action perfect. It's more reflex than anything else. Slide the bow off her shoulder, pull an arrow from the quiver with her left hand. Nock the arrow and draw the string back with her fingers. Aim and let it fly. All in a matter of seconds. Before Clove could even touch her, she could kill the other girl.
It would only take seconds.
But then the girl from District Two speaks and, for the moment, the previous thoughts are dismissed. The truce is brought up and she thinks back to her earlier realization. How the truce is stupid, pointless. People can't die here. Somehow, the Malnosso manage to bring them back. So they can fight, they can harm each other. But there's no point if death is not a threat.]
What's the point?
[She shrugs a little, looking almost calm in compared to that irate expression from minutes ago. It's a deceptive calm. Underneath the surface, she feels anything but.]
The only real loss you can suffer here is when someone goes home without you. And I've already lost him.
action;
It would only take seconds.
But then the girl from District Two speaks and, for the moment, the previous thoughts are dismissed. The truce is brought up and she thinks back to her earlier realization. How the truce is stupid, pointless. People can't die here. Somehow, the Malnosso manage to bring them back. So they can fight, they can harm each other. But there's no point if death is not a threat.]
What's the point?
[She shrugs a little, looking almost calm in compared to that irate expression from minutes ago. It's a deceptive calm. Underneath the surface, she feels anything but.]
The only real loss you can suffer here is when someone goes home without you. And I've already lost him.