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I'm not - ['worried about that,' but that would be admitting Johanna trusts him, and that makes her spine stiffen up, her teeth grind in frustration. They had an unspoken agreement since before the Quarter Quell - I'll watch your back, if you watch mine - and it would've held through the Games, had everything gone as planned. Evidently, everything's gone to shit here, and she's not sure she trusts herself not to act on instinct when there's no sure way they're both going to get out of this alive. If things go bad, she'll deal, but she doesn't want to be the one who causes it, either. She blows out a puff of air, messing up her bangs.]
Fine, whatever, but I'm staying right here. [Not going near that knife okay.]
They've got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I... - Post a comment
Well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quick.