[Back home, back in Panem, such a thing would be an impossibility. She'd think him a muttation despite his human features, something like those horrible lizard men that killed Finnick. That killed Homes and Castor and nearly got the rest of them. They were capable of impossible feats of strength, frightful determination.
But here, here it's different. The game is different. From the wings reminiscent of some of the ridiculous fashion trends of the Capitol to how the dead are alive here. There's magic here and other strange people and ideas. That a boy could jump on to a roof isn't so surprising.
It's still worrying, though. Would her arrows be enough to defend herself if need be? It's easy enough, though, to put those concerns aside and put on a brave face instead. Pretend, for a moment, that she's dealing with Cato again, trapped in that tree with little signs of escape.]
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But here, here it's different. The game is different. From the wings reminiscent of some of the ridiculous fashion trends of the Capitol to how the dead are alive here. There's magic here and other strange people and ideas. That a boy could jump on to a roof isn't so surprising.
It's still worrying, though. Would her arrows be enough to defend herself if need be? It's easy enough, though, to put those concerns aside and put on a brave face instead. Pretend, for a moment, that she's dealing with Cato again, trapped in that tree with little signs of escape.]
I wish I could do that.