[The blood is another distraction. She continues to stare at the red in her fingers, straining to see it through the rain and tears. It's almost as if it's an alien substance, one that she's never seen before. Blood, her blood. She's bleeding.
It's been so long since she last bled. Especially like this. Red, so red. Like the blood Snow had coughed up when he had died. Like the red that had bloomed from Coin's chest thanks to the arrow Katniss had shot.
The red of the flames that had engulfed Prim. The red of the blood that leaked from Peeta's tourniquet, that damn tourniquet she destroyed to grant mercy to a boy who would have shown them none. Memories. So many memories. So many painful memories.
Why didn't they just let her die?
Like before, this distraction gives Clove opportunity. Before Katniss realizes what is happening, she's on her back again. One wing crumples beneath her her back and the dirt at the impact. Fingers close around her neck and her hands pull at them, desperate to be free. She's tosses and turns, bucks her hips - anything to get Clove off of her.]
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It's been so long since she last bled. Especially like this. Red, so red. Like the blood Snow had coughed up when he had died. Like the red that had bloomed from Coin's chest thanks to the arrow Katniss had shot.
The red of the flames that had engulfed Prim. The red of the blood that leaked from Peeta's tourniquet, that damn tourniquet she destroyed to grant mercy to a boy who would have shown them none. Memories. So many memories. So many painful memories.
Why didn't they just let her die?
Like before, this distraction gives Clove opportunity. Before Katniss realizes what is happening, she's on her back again. One wing crumples beneath her her back and the dirt at the impact. Fingers close around her neck and her hands pull at them, desperate to be free. She's tosses and turns, bucks her hips - anything to get Clove off of her.]