[She doesn't really hear the laughter. She just sees. She sees the knife in her hand. The blood on his stomach. Her hand on his chest. A moment ago, she had deadly intent, and she knows it. She was going to kill Cato without a thought, without any hesitation.
Same as Katniss in the forest.
Pin and stab. Keep stabbing until it stopped moving. Whatever it was under her. Whoever it was under her.
The viciousness that kept her alive so long in the Arena -- the fighting spirit she was taught from the time she joined the Academy... It terrifies her in that instant. Because it almost cost her the one thing that makes this place bearable. The one reason this is better than dying in the Games.
Clove sinks back, off her knees and onto the balls of her feet. The knife in her hand falls beside him, and she scurries back, wide-eyed. Her gasping has stopped. Now, the breaths barely come. She's shaking, staring at the wounds as her eyes water. Her mouth moves, but the words just barely sneak out.]
action:
Same as Katniss in the forest.
Pin and stab. Keep stabbing until it stopped moving. Whatever it was under her. Whoever it was under her.
The viciousness that kept her alive so long in the Arena -- the fighting spirit she was taught from the time she joined the Academy... It terrifies her in that instant. Because it almost cost her the one thing that makes this place bearable. The one reason this is better than dying in the Games.
Clove sinks back, off her knees and onto the balls of her feet. The knife in her hand falls beside him, and she scurries back, wide-eyed. Her gasping has stopped. Now, the breaths barely come. She's shaking, staring at the wounds as her eyes water. Her mouth moves, but the words just barely sneak out.]
'm sorry. Cato... Cato, 'm sorry.