[She nodded a little absently when he mentioned never missing. He was the best archer she had ever seen. For all her pride, Katniss wasn't above admitting that. She had seen him shoot. Been lucky enough to shoot alongside him in the past. Clint was good. Better than good.
And she could imagine anyone who crossed his path would die a quick or slow death, depending on the instructions he had been given. For a moment, her memories flash back to that first Hunger Games. To the quick kill she had with Marvel. And to Cato's screams and pleas echoing in the night as she refused to spend her last arrow and give him his relief. The same screams that haunted her dreams. That, in a way, prompted her to do this.
Because people needed to know. She was tired of living a life of pretend. Of everything being so utterly not real.
She took a deep breath, trying to still those memories. And trying to focus on what the man said instead.]
[Video] [Locked 90% to Katniss]
And she could imagine anyone who crossed his path would die a quick or slow death, depending on the instructions he had been given. For a moment, her memories flash back to that first Hunger Games. To the quick kill she had with Marvel. And to Cato's screams and pleas echoing in the night as she refused to spend her last arrow and give him his relief. The same screams that haunted her dreams. That, in a way, prompted her to do this.
Because people needed to know. She was tired of living a life of pretend. Of everything being so utterly not real.
She took a deep breath, trying to still those memories. And trying to focus on what the man said instead.]
Someone has to do it.