Just days ago, he'd been in the arena. He'd let Mags give herself up to protect Peeta and Katniss. Then he'd wished himself home with Annie and instead had found himself, somehow, here. Here with a gash in his leg and a tracker in his arm and without his allies. But, somehow, with Annie, and without any attempts from any of the other people he's seen here to either kill him or seduce him.
"I can't either."
And he hates that. It crawls under his skin like the fear when he's meeting a new patron for the first time. Not knowing is dangerous. But the fear of not understanding isn't the same as a feeling of being threatened by the people around him.
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Just days ago, he'd been in the arena. He'd let Mags give herself up to protect Peeta and Katniss. Then he'd wished himself home with Annie and instead had found himself, somehow, here. Here with a gash in his leg and a tracker in his arm and without his allies. But, somehow, with Annie, and without any attempts from any of the other people he's seen here to either kill him or seduce him.
"I can't either."
And he hates that. It crawls under his skin like the fear when he's meeting a new patron for the first time. Not knowing is dangerous. But the fear of not understanding isn't the same as a feeling of being threatened by the people around him.
"I hate not understanding."