So, I know I haven't updated in awhile, but you don't seem to be holding up your end of the bargain that much either. I'm not mad at you at all, but if you read it, and hate it, tell. Me. Why. Just ex-ing out isn't helping.
Haymitch
"There's something different about this girl," Peeta says, trying to fix my bleeding wound, "something good." I lean in closer, not wanting Paylor to hear. When you say someone from the capital is considered good, you are immediately thrown in prison if you don't put "for nothing" after it.
"What are you saying?" I snarl, wondering if he's going on one of his hijack rampages, but he doesn't seem to be hurting anyone, maybe this is a part we never discovered. "I'm saying," he says slowly, "that this girl hated her mom." I chuckle, "So?" He leans in real close, just the way I did, and says to me, "Haymitch, this is the daughter of Seneca Crane."
Peeta
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I step back and let the realization dawn on him. I expect him to say something, but he just stands there, with his mouth agape, quite comical, actually.
I decide to go and find Katniss, I think she's cooled down by now.
But one can only hope.
I first try the training center, maybe little Icis is training and Katniss is teaching her some skills. No such luck.
Next I try her room, I decide to just walk in, I mean, we're already engaged. I see Katniss and Icis having a little chat, I see that Katniss is a bit teary.
Not the best time to come in.
Katniss
Icis looks at me with a confused face, "What's freedom?" I stutter a moment before giving the answer I'm not quite sure I know, I decide to rule out "justice" because that'll just get me more questions. Tears begin to prick at my eyes, and I'm in much danger of crying. That's when Peeta chooses the perfect time to walk in.
He stops for a moment, considering if he should stay or go. I manage to say his name before he can make up his mind. "Peeta, hey. I was just answering some questions that Icis had." Peeta shrugs and decides it's not a sappy romantic girl thing, even though he is good at that stuff (sometimes better than me) there's still a line of awkwardness. "Okay," he says, "shoot." I decide it's better to leave, but I can't just walk out, so I end up saying nothing.
Finally, something I'm good at.
Peeta
"Okay, shoot." I say, ready for any question. I mentally beg for Katniss not to leave, so if I go on a mutt rampage, there'll be someone there to knock some sense into me. Her first question is a big surprise, but I don't know why, no one really knows the answer, but maybe I could sum it up. "What's freedom?" she asks innocently, turning to me. I take a big breath, and prepare myself for a speech.
"Tell me, Icis. Have you ever seen birds, wild ones?" she nods, "Have you noticed that no one is telling them what to do, no one is questioning how they fly, or where?" more nods, "They're free. No restrictions, or rules. That's freedom. Recognize it?"
Icis just looks down and says, "No. I don't."
So, yeah, again, short. They'll always be short. Deal with it. I'm a short but sweet writer, you've got a problem with that, there's nothing I can do. I know I said that if you have any issues, leave it in a review, but if this is you're issue, read someone better than me, like booksandmusic97. Thanks. REVIEW! You don't know how much reviews mean to me.