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[She nods. It didn't seem all that young an age. She would've started earlier if her father had let her. But her skills really didn't set in until after his death. Until she realized how hunting would be her family's only means of survival. She had no choice, did she? She had to excel.

But mention of another girl, a girl this boy knows, using her bow on the battlefield gets her attention. It hasn't shown up here yet - the bow and arrows that Beetee made her. The ones with the different functions, arrows that could start fires or explosions. Her eyebrows raise, curious.]

I've done that. [The words are quiet, confidence fading. Oh, she was good on the battlefield. Too good, maybe.] Used my bow on the battlefield. [Katniss shakes her head.] I don't like it.