[She pulls another arrow from her quiver and nocks it in the arrow rest. She doesn't aim it, barely plucks at the string. But there's no mistaking the tension in her arms, how in any moment, she can snap. She can send another arrow flying. And even as the rain begins to pour, the look in her cool grey eyes promises that she won't miss.]
You said it. I don't belong here. [The words as stated simply. A repeating of a fact she doesn't believe but thinks, hopes, the other girl would want to here. Would she lunge then? Would she try to attack?
It could feel good, oh so good, to fight her back. To release all this anger and sadness and tension that's been building inside of her every hour and every minute since Peeta left. And Clove would give it to her. She'd give her the fight that Katniss yearned for.] I don't deserve to be alive.
action;
You said it. I don't belong here. [The words as stated simply. A repeating of a fact she doesn't believe but thinks, hopes, the other girl would want to here. Would she lunge then? Would she try to attack?
It could feel good, oh so good, to fight her back. To release all this anger and sadness and tension that's been building inside of her every hour and every minute since Peeta left. And Clove would give it to her. She'd give her the fight that Katniss yearned for.] I don't deserve to be alive.