[Again, she doesn't flinch or attempt to move away. She just lets herself enjoy the sensation of being touched and cared for. It might not be a feeling she thinks she deserves but it's one she wants regardless. And without Peeta here, she doubted there would be anyone wanting, or willing, to reassure her in such a way. She'll cling to it, cling to what she can get.
Eventually, though, she does shake her head at his words. His hand is gone. There's little to push away now. She wants to tell him that she's a killer. That people like her are selfish, don't do much to make the world a better place. Not purposely. But he, like her, is a killer, too. It's an argument she knows she won't win.
So she scoffs at his words instead, a dry laugh.] You sound like Peeta.
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Eventually, though, she does shake her head at his words. His hand is gone. There's little to push away now. She wants to tell him that she's a killer. That people like her are selfish, don't do much to make the world a better place. Not purposely. But he, like her, is a killer, too. It's an argument she knows she won't win.
So she scoffs at his words instead, a dry laugh.] You sound like Peeta.