"Thank you for the offer, but I could never thing to trouble you..." She said, waving a dismissive hand, before the thought really sank in.
Not the thought of living in 12.
The though of living here.
The hostility towards those who participated in the Games, even in a role like her own, who had worked to help the tributes, was palatable.
And she had no job. No hope of getting a job again. In fact the only reason she wasn't still looked in a tiny bare room was the mercy of Katniss Everdeen. Mercy the guards were grudging to give.
She shuddered softly.
And then downned the rest of her drink in one go.
And then began to cough in the least graceful way possible.
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Not the thought of living in 12.
The though of living here.
The hostility towards those who participated in the Games, even in a role like her own, who had worked to help the tributes, was palatable.
And she had no job. No hope of getting a job again. In fact the only reason she wasn't still looked in a tiny bare room was the mercy of Katniss Everdeen. Mercy the guards were grudging to give.
She shuddered softly.
And then downned the rest of her drink in one go.
And then began to cough in the least graceful way possible.