[She's not sure what bothers her more: the coolness in Clove's voice or the way her wings droop a little, the tone stinging. They're not friends. How could they ever be friends? Clove had tried to kill her once. Succeeded in doing so a second time. The odds had never been in their favor to be friends. And yet, yet, there's something that had formed between them. Some sort of companionship that had grown to mean as much to Katniss as any friendship.
A weakness, she knows. And yet, for a second there, a flash of sadness crosses her face. Girls like her shouldn't feel anything. Did her best not to. And yet, yet here she was. Feeling sad and disappointed and more than a little confused by the cold treatment.]
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A weakness, she knows. And yet, for a second there, a flash of sadness crosses her face. Girls like her shouldn't feel anything. Did her best not to. And yet, yet here she was. Feeling sad and disappointed and more than a little confused by the cold treatment.]
Clove. Hi.