[This voice she recognizes. A boy who pestered her once at that ball, whose damn animal screwed up her hunt a few days prior. A young boy, possibly around Aang's age. But unlike Aang, he doesn't speak with kind words and wisdom. Instead, he chooses to lecture her when she's tired of being lectured.
She had been stupid. So, so stupid to say anything on this journal. To hope that, in speaking the words aloud, she might finally find some sort of relief. If the continued nightmares didn't already feel as if they were drowning her, killing her, this added longing for Peeta does little to help. The boy doesn't know. Doesn't understand.
Eyes roll and she looks angrily down at the book. Right now, in the mood she's in, she'd physically lash out at him, too. But words are the most she has with a book between them. Words and cold, cruel tones.]
[voice]
She had been stupid. So, so stupid to say anything on this journal. To hope that, in speaking the words aloud, she might finally find some sort of relief. If the continued nightmares didn't already feel as if they were drowning her, killing her, this added longing for Peeta does little to help. The boy doesn't know. Doesn't understand.
Eyes roll and she looks angrily down at the book. Right now, in the mood she's in, she'd physically lash out at him, too. But words are the most she has with a book between them. Words and cold, cruel tones.]
Go. Away.