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[prodigaljaybird]

He wonders if it’s meant to be a kindness that his little brother would disappear on the same day the Little Sisters start dying. The ache of one blow balanced by another, the pain of each so separate and complete that Jason can choose between one moment and the next which will hurt him - it seems exactly the kind of fucked up stunt the island

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[burnwithus]

Dead little girls with tattered dresses and bloodstained skin. The stuff of nightmares, at least to Katniss, who has dreams of them often enough. Rue, Prim. The girl in the Capitol with the yellow coat. Children in front of President Snow's manor. It always had to be them, didn't it? Never the adults. Never the ones who started the fight in the first place.

She's shot more arrows this week than she'd like to admit. It's become like an instinct at this point. Shoot and reload. Shoot and reload. Reminds her of what Gale once told her in her first games: that if she could forget that they were human, or used to be human (even if they no longer looked like it), it would be no trouble at all.

And it wasn't.

Katniss toys once again with the idea of building a grave for Prim here on the island once everything is done, which is what brings her to this place initially. But it would be for herself, she knows, and it wouldn't do her any good, so she abandons the idea outright. The small primrose in her hands gets dropped to the ground as she hears two voices: one familiar, and one not. "Jason?"

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason turns to look at her, but doesn't otherwise address her for a long moment, his gaze dropping back to the makeshift marker in his hands. He doesn't want to deal with her, with anything really, and he wonders if the way he feels now is the way others feel about him all the time. That he's a timebomb waiting to go off, a tangled mess of wires just waiting for the wrong one to get cut.

He feels numb in a way he never does, pushed past the point of caring, and he can't - he can't figure out how to spell 'Noelle.' She's the girl in the third grave to the right, she'd told him so with her last breath right after she called him an angel. Swearing softly, Jason settles for 'Noel' like Christmas, finally looking up at Katniss again. "Why are you in the graveyard?"

[burnwithus]

The way Jason feels is more or less the way Katniss views herself. Deadly, not to be trusted. Not sure what exactly she's capable of doing but knowing that there's little she isn't. Either way, she is wary of the tension in him and yet is possibly a good person to approach him because she has stopped caring very much about what happens to her.

Besides, there's a tenuous trust she has with this boy that won't be thrown away so easily, so Katniss merely shrugs and turns her head to the lone flower she had dropped back there. "Just thinking."