[Clove knows the tone well. No sarcastic apology is sincere, and he sounds just liike the other human-looking muttation. The same Capitol superiority.
Clove doesn't even pretend to hide rolling her eyes.
Still, the exploding dagger was a warning to the nature of this muttation. The last thing she needs now is to go home to Cato bloodied. She's supposed to -- the Clove he knows is - be beyond just picking fights.
So, she turns back towards the trap she was watching, still empty.]
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Clove doesn't even pretend to hide rolling her eyes.
Still, the exploding dagger was a warning to the nature of this muttation. The last thing she needs now is to go home to Cato bloodied. She's supposed to -- the Clove he knows is - be beyond just picking fights.
So, she turns back towards the trap she was watching, still empty.]