Katniss had been unable to sing; while that had been tragic, it held no candle to the mischief Sokka's penalty had caused. Sharpe barely understood it, but he could at long last gleam that it had been something lost in death that had turned the lad into such an utter bastard. The hows and whys were unimportant. All he needed to know was that dying had been at the root of the problem, and that he did not want to invite more of those problems down on his household. His mismatched unit. He didn't dare think of the word family.
"And I don't care much for problems under m--our roof."
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Katniss had been unable to sing; while that had been tragic, it held no candle to the mischief Sokka's penalty had caused. Sharpe barely understood it, but he could at long last gleam that it had been something lost in death that had turned the lad into such an utter bastard. The hows and whys were unimportant. All he needed to know was that dying had been at the root of the problem, and that he did not want to invite more of those problems down on his household. His mismatched unit. He didn't dare think of the word family.
"And I don't care much for problems under m--our roof."