Clato's POV
Leaves crunch as I pick up a handful and crush them with my fist. I rest my head on the tree trunk I am leaning on and I stare into the sky. They look so real and for a moment you feel free, but everything comes back when your eyes fall to the ground. You feel free until a voice brings you back.
"Cato, you're being stupid. Stop crushing those leaves and shush!"
Clove is crouching by the bush, fingers tight around a newly-sharpened knife. I can tell by the way it reflects the cold night sky's remaining light. I can see her eyes are watery and by the way her arms fall asleep for a bit then twitch back up, that she's tired.
"You know what?" I straighten up and I grasp my sword "You sleep and i'll keep a look out."
She gives me a confused look and she forms a scowl.
"You think i'm weak, don't you Cato?" her eyes are like daggers "You think i'm just some weak pussycat that can throw knives, huh?"
I look straight into her eyes, trying my best not to blink. I could tell her that I do think she's weak and I could break her like a toothpick, but I decide not to tell her. I'll break her when I get the chance. She'll fall into a bloody pile.
"I can't understand a thing you're saying" I say, my tone higher "Go to sleep before I knock you out, you hear me?"
She lies on the ground, hand still gripping on a knife. She just looks at me and I look back at her from time to time. The moonlight illuminates half of her face and you could see how brown her eyes are at some moments. They would have been beautiful to me, but those eyes are out to get me. She's out to get me.
"Clove, I told you to sleep three minutes ago!" I tell her "Damn it, Clove! I'm trying to be nice here!"
A sinister smile forms on her face for a while and she keeps on glaring at me. Something tells me she doesn't like it when people tell her what to do.
I move in closer, the leaves crunching under my weight. My shadow covers half of her and I crouch down beside her. She stays still.
"Clove" I say "So help me, if you don't accept how nice I am now before I slice you to bits, i'm going to knock you out right now."
I can hear her gulp a bit. I can hear her fingers playing with her knife.
"And it won't hurt a bit" I continue "It will hurt a lot more than just 'a bit'"
And then she closes her eyes and I decide to spare her life.
She lays motionless on the ground, fingers still grasping a knife. Under the moonlight, she looks pale. Under the sky, she looks so little. Under the stars, she looks dead.
And I admit, the sight pained me a little.