author: angels entwined
pairing: Cato/Clove
prompt: for once, he was teaching her something
questioning motives
He sits by himself in the arena, wounds still bleeding from his most recent fight. The adrenaline rush has shuddered to a stop, leaving him drained and exhausted. He doesn't want to hunt down the District Twelve lovers—he's just so tired.
His mind drifts to Clove.
They had been the two silhouettes on the street who had blades in hand, gleaming in the sunlight. The whispers, the snark, the cold distance—he almost misses it. Almost. He'd known somebody, just a little, and no, he's not in love with her. Cato doesn't do love.
What did I get out of it? he wonders. Because here he is, fighting for Clove, and he doesn't know why. He doesn't know why he still wants her to come back or why he wishes everyone would drop dead because they hurt her.
Well, she's taught him at least one thing that doesn't have to do with blades: he isn't fighting for just the glory anymore.
