[All Clove can think this time is: these things better not interfere with the wedding.
Going in and out of the "shifts," it's gotten fairly familiar. Almost easy. And, really, she wouldn't have minded this one that much if it hadn't tampered with the memories here. No thoughts of dying. Still feeling sixteen and invincible. Going into the Arena without knowing what would happen there. Without fear and without hesitation.
But she knows what she's been through, knows what she is now. And... that's okay.
His question stirs her out of her thoughts, calm as they are. She considers it for a moment and shrugs a little.]
Sometimes. I think especially right now. I wish my dad was here. [For the wedding.]
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Going in and out of the "shifts," it's gotten fairly familiar. Almost easy. And, really, she wouldn't have minded this one that much if it hadn't tampered with the memories here. No thoughts of dying. Still feeling sixteen and invincible. Going into the Arena without knowing what would happen there. Without fear and without hesitation.
But she knows what she's been through, knows what she is now. And... that's okay.
His question stirs her out of her thoughts, calm as they are. She considers it for a moment and shrugs a little.]
Sometimes. I think especially right now. I wish my dad was here. [For the wedding.]