[Even though Clove's knife only makes a quick appearance, it's enough to bring back a flash of memories. For a split second, she's back in the arena. Trying to get Peeta's medicine. Being tackled by Clove, the girl's knife biting into her neck.
Her own bow is drawn quickly and an arrow strung just as fast. It's not until the knife is gone that she rests the bow and arrow on the branch in front of her.
There are no apologies. A reaction like this doesn't need one. Not in front of another tribute. Instead she shakes her head.] Different animals get different snares. Don't treat them all the same.
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Her own bow is drawn quickly and an arrow strung just as fast. It's not until the knife is gone that she rests the bow and arrow on the branch in front of her.
There are no apologies. A reaction like this doesn't need one. Not in front of another tribute. Instead she shakes her head.] Different animals get different snares. Don't treat them all the same.