[She watched with wide, grey eyes as her sister walked into the room. It wasn't as if she could keep her from entering, not when she practically gave up the room to her sister. In some ways, Prim had more right to be in here than she did. But her sister had been gracious since the day Sokka had come over to tell the truth of matters. She hadn't pushed. Nor had she tried to force Katniss out when she had wanted the room.
But what could she say? She hadn't been at this much of a loss of words with Prim since that night in District 13 when her sister had comforted her over Peeta. The subject at hand wasn't Peeta this time. But in so many ways, he was still at the heart of the problem. He might just always be.
She hated herself for that, too. For her inability to let go and her failure in picking out any sort of decent relationship to move on with.
Cautiously, she watched her sister sit on the bed.] Am I what?
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But what could she say? She hadn't been at this much of a loss of words with Prim since that night in District 13 when her sister had comforted her over Peeta. The subject at hand wasn't Peeta this time. But in so many ways, he was still at the heart of the problem. He might just always be.
She hated herself for that, too. For her inability to let go and her failure in picking out any sort of decent relationship to move on with.
Cautiously, she watched her sister sit on the bed.] Am I what?