[There's the same laugh: sharp, short, and unsteady.
The victor doesn't deserve to be alive. Eleven districts think that, too. It should be our children, not you. No one who wins deserves to be alive.
Clove snorts.]
You want to play?
[She pulls out another throwing knife, crouches further down, legs moving to give her a good position to dart forward if she needs to, similar to her pose on the pedestal as the countdown flashed in front of her, daring her to run early.
If this really is just a test, she'll pass it. If Twelve wants a fight, she'll give her one.]
action;
The victor doesn't deserve to be alive. Eleven districts think that, too. It should be our children, not you. No one who wins deserves to be alive.
Clove snorts.]
You want to play?
[She pulls out another throwing knife, crouches further down, legs moving to give her a good position to dart forward if she needs to, similar to her pose on the pedestal as the countdown flashed in front of her, daring her to run early.
If this really is just a test, she'll pass it. If Twelve wants a fight, she'll give her one.]
Let's play, Twelve.