[ If they were face to face, she knows a great deal of what she could say would be, or could be expressed in a look or even a tone with less telling words, but as this is over the network she has to pause, has to consider what to tell him because even though she has come to accept the Capitol does not reach here, the paranoia is old; too deeply rooted to brush off. Aside from that, she feels it's almost unnecessary, maybe pointless even to try to explain herself to Cinna who knows her in ways that can, perhaps account for those explanations already. Katniss chose the forest over the City, fearful at the time of a new set of Games she couldn't begin to understand, and then Katniss chose a four-walled mimicry of a house on the shore, still hesitant to be where the masses thrive most--where to her the most danger is when a curse breaks out that is violent and terrible rather than just garish and an ill-humor of a reminder that some people here are not alive, though they look like they are.
She hasn't explained that yet. But she doesn't understand it herself, so that's probably why.
In any case, she pauses, and in that pause, among all of that, she also wonders if anyone else could show up here. Gale again. Or Finnick who knew her far better than she knew him, not unbelievable considering the Games broadcast but it felt strange. At least with Cinna, the knowing is mutual...or, it feels like it is, for the most part. ]
You knew that before you came here.
[ A remark on the fact that...well, her taste tends more toward the clothes he made her that she could slip under the fence in and hide away into the forest, even in District 12. Though now of course she knows it was never true. They were never safe. Maybe they won't ever be unless...
...she thinks of Gale, thinks of promising to stay.
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Date: 2010-08-09 09:49 pm (UTC)She hasn't explained that yet. But she doesn't understand it herself, so that's probably why.
In any case, she pauses, and in that pause, among all of that, she also wonders if anyone else could show up here. Gale again. Or Finnick who knew her far better than she knew him, not unbelievable considering the Games broadcast but it felt strange. At least with Cinna, the knowing is mutual...or, it feels like it is, for the most part. ]
You knew that before you came here.
[ A remark on the fact that...well, her taste tends more toward the clothes he made her that she could slip under the fence in and hide away into the forest, even in District 12. Though now of course she knows it was never true. They were never safe. Maybe they won't ever be unless...
...she thinks of Gale, thinks of promising to stay.
To cause all kinds of trouble.
Is that what change is?
Trouble, but the kind the people need. ]