[She looks down at the out held hand. A hand that's not going to kill her. A hand that's meant to comfort, not harm. Comfort her.
She wants to take that hand. Wants to. So much.]
We were, though. You. Me. [Rue and Clove.
She takes his hand, for a split second, and then moves it away. Looks away. Whatever it took to break her.] You tried to kill me the last time. After the Quarter Quell.
no subject
She wants to take that hand. Wants to. So much.]
We were, though. You. Me. [Rue and Clove.
She takes his hand, for a split second, and then moves it away. Looks away. Whatever it took to break her.] You tried to kill me the last time. After the Quarter Quell.