[ He has a few ideas where he might be, some nicer than others, but none of them are places where he wants to hear that voice.
Oh, he knew it was likely. They were gunning for her, his girl on fire, and her game had been so much more dangerous than his. But he'd hoped-
It's all he can do to keep from looking utterly crestfallen when he looks up and confirms that it really is her. But, of course, he can't. She's always carried too big a burden without him adding to it. So, after a moment of sheer surprise, he manages a small smile and rises to his feet. ]
Katniss.
[ There's warmth in it, even if it's wary. He doesn't dare touch her, though. He'd rather her be an illusion, safe away from the Capitol or death or whatever else this place is. ]
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Oh, he knew it was likely. They were gunning for her, his girl on fire, and her game had been so much more dangerous than his. But he'd hoped-
It's all he can do to keep from looking utterly crestfallen when he looks up and confirms that it really is her. But, of course, he can't. She's always carried too big a burden without him adding to it. So, after a moment of sheer surprise, he manages a small smile and rises to his feet. ]
Katniss.
[ There's warmth in it, even if it's wary. He doesn't dare touch her, though. He'd rather her be an illusion, safe away from the Capitol or death or whatever else this place is. ]