She remembers those. The strange lightness of that entire thing, the ease with which she'd not only spoken but acted. How she and Katniss had talked, how she'd said and asked more than she normally would. How she'd chatted with Cato after that. Because she'd taken some home. How they'd talked about--
She remembers the chocolates. Too well.
And it makes sense.]
Unless he's told anyone. [It's not paranoia. Not with information like this. She turns her head, her dark eyes focusing in on Katniss.] You're the one with the pack now, Twelve. The one with allies I can't match.
[The fear that prompted the return of the Career, the girl who'd smile for the camera and offer false friendship to try and buy herself time from the worst.]
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She remembers those. The strange lightness of that entire thing, the ease with which she'd not only spoken but acted. How she and Katniss had talked, how she'd said and asked more than she normally would. How she'd chatted with Cato after that. Because she'd taken some home. How they'd talked about--
She remembers the chocolates. Too well.
And it makes sense.]
Unless he's told anyone. [It's not paranoia. Not with information like this. She turns her head, her dark eyes focusing in on Katniss.] You're the one with the pack now, Twelve. The one with allies I can't match.
[The fear that prompted the return of the Career, the girl who'd smile for the camera and offer false friendship to try and buy herself time from the worst.]