[I'm me and you're you. He makes it sound so simple. As if that's all it ever really needs to be. The girl on fire and the boy with the bread. The star-crossed lovers from District 12. They don't need to play that role here. There are no sponsors to appeal to. No people to impress.
It's not what he's asking, either. He's just asking for comfort, isn't he? That comfort they had given each other on the victory tour. Throughout the Quarter Quell. It was meant for no one but themselves. But, still, the star-crossed lovers are the first thing that comes to mind.
There's nothing to stop the glimmer of fear that crosses her face. She looks down at the scars, still so visible on her arms.] I'm not the girl you remember.
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It's not what he's asking, either. He's just asking for comfort, isn't he? That comfort they had given each other on the victory tour. Throughout the Quarter Quell. It was meant for no one but themselves. But, still, the star-crossed lovers are the first thing that comes to mind.
There's nothing to stop the glimmer of fear that crosses her face. She looks down at the scars, still so visible on her arms.] I'm not the girl you remember.