[Fifteen - Right Through The Eye] [Dictated]

[the_effect_she_has]

[Katniss had swung out of bed this morning - bruised, but clean. The sun shone through the windows of her cabin, and she could hear birdsong. She knew that yesterday was gone - Event Horizon was done - and she was here. So there was only one thing to be said, honestly.]

The Mockingjay is eighteen years old. I lived through two games, a war, and everything this Castle has thrown at me.

So ...

BITE ME, CAPITAL, and BITE ME, CASTLE!

[She grinned, fiercely, as she pushed herself to her feet.]

I'm going to the woods. Catch me if you can.

Comments

[the_effect_she_has]

Oh well ... that's a whole region I've never understood. Or knew what to do with.

[She took another sip of cordial, and sighed quietly.] I am eighteen years old, and I still never could figure out how to reliably tell the young men I cared about how I felt. Now it's too late.

[unvarnished]

I'm thirty-five, and I'm not any better at it than you.

[the_effect_she_has]

[She looked up, surprised.] Really? You don't look that old at all.

[unvarnished]

[but it's the truth] I try to keep in shape.

[the_effect_she_has]

You do a good job. I'm impressed. I wouldn't have thought you much older than Finnick. Younger than Cinna, definitely.

[unvarnished]

[he smiles, ruffling a hand through his hair] Thank you.