[She had seen the post earlier in the day. Listened to it and watched all the reactions roll in. Katniss wanted to be surprised by Effie's notion. Shocked and angry like most everyone who responded. But her first instinct hadn't been any of that. It had been to merely run into the woods like a coward. Run to the treehouse sanctuary that she hadn't been to in some time.
That was the fear the notion of the Games still put into her. The idea of being a part of them again. But it wasn't just that. Because she had recognized so many voices, so many of the little pictures. People whose opinion actually mattered to her. And, for the first time, she had to wonder if she had done the right thing in casting her vote.
The 76th Annual Hunger Games would have come and gone by now if time continued to move in Panem. The children of the Capitol would have played. Would have died. Because, despite Peeta's pleas, she had voted for that.
Would they think less of her then if they knew that, for one minute of one day, she had thought exactly like Effie? Had wanted others to participate in the Hunger Games?
She might not have returned at all to the house that night if it hadn't been for Clint's challenge. Effie had her pride, just like she had her notion of the Games being entertainment. She was an idiot at times, yes. But still someone Katniss had promised to protect. And Katniss knew just how lethal Clint could be with a bow. One of the only people she had ever met that was better than her. Even if she disagreed with Effie's idea, she still felt some duty to protect the woman.
Rather than greeting anyone upon arriving home, she walked straight up to Effie's room. Katniss didn't bother knocking, didn't bother doing anything aside from quietly pushing the door open and saying:]
[action - sometime before 6?]
That was the fear the notion of the Games still put into her. The idea of being a part of them again. But it wasn't just that. Because she had recognized so many voices, so many of the little pictures. People whose opinion actually mattered to her. And, for the first time, she had to wonder if she had done the right thing in casting her vote.
The 76th Annual Hunger Games would have come and gone by now if time continued to move in Panem. The children of the Capitol would have played. Would have died. Because, despite Peeta's pleas, she had voted for that.
Would they think less of her then if they knew that, for one minute of one day, she had thought exactly like Effie? Had wanted others to participate in the Hunger Games?
She might not have returned at all to the house that night if it hadn't been for Clint's challenge. Effie had her pride, just like she had her notion of the Games being entertainment. She was an idiot at times, yes. But still someone Katniss had promised to protect. And Katniss knew just how lethal Clint could be with a bow. One of the only people she had ever met that was better than her. Even if she disagreed with Effie's idea, she still felt some duty to protect the woman.
Rather than greeting anyone upon arriving home, she walked straight up to Effie's room. Katniss didn't bother knocking, didn't bother doing anything aside from quietly pushing the door open and saying:]
Don't go.