Until something happens. [It's not even an accusation. It's a statement of fact.
Katniss was supposed to keep that secret. Then the chocolates happened. Sharpe is supposed to keep the secret now. Until something happens.
And this girl has allies. Has friends. Something Clove only half understands. Because she had people she might have called friends in the Academy, girls she could tease and relax with, girls she'd never be in the Arena with. But in this place. Somewhere that strikes her as so much of another Arena. She isn't sure she can make friends, especially here. Especially with people like the ones here.
They require a goodness she isn't capable of. A goodness that, in her, would only be weakness.
She responds only to that because... what else can she say? She doesn't understanding wanting to die. She only understands the fear of death, of fighting to stay alive. But giving up... Though, if she was going to let herself die, she'd do it like Katniss had. Find someone who'd fight her, go down in battle.]
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Katniss was supposed to keep that secret. Then the chocolates happened.
Sharpe is supposed to keep the secret now. Until something happens.
And this girl has allies. Has friends. Something Clove only half understands. Because she had people she might have called friends in the Academy, girls she could tease and relax with, girls she'd never be in the Arena with. But in this place. Somewhere that strikes her as so much of another Arena. She isn't sure she can make friends, especially here. Especially with people like the ones here.
They require a goodness she isn't capable of. A goodness that, in her, would only be weakness.
She responds only to that because... what else can she say? She doesn't understanding wanting to die. She only understands the fear of death, of fighting to stay alive. But giving up... Though, if she was going to let herself die, she'd do it like Katniss had. Find someone who'd fight her, go down in battle.]