(to fight the weekend wars)
Life gets better.
Well, not really. Maybe it's more appropriate to say that life gets normal, even if Katniss isn't the type of girl to even remotely know what normal means. Buttercup's arrival was the last snag in the fabric. After that, she did what she does best; picked everything up and trudged along at the same slow, steady pace that she had been moving since she arrived at the island. Towards sanity, maybe. To a place where she didn't necessarily think everyone was going to kill her, or that every sudden movement was a planned assault.
Buttercup walks beside her, making strange, hoarse noises because nothing he ever does is cute or endearing in any way. Probably asking for scraps, even though Katniss has given him plenty enough already. Too much food and he'll get fat and complacent. Better to leave him hunting for his own anyways. She slowly makes her way back to civilization, fighting her way through the underbrush and making it look easy. Moving towards the direction of the Compound, a sack full of dead animals slung against her back as she approaches the concrete building that still reminds her of the bunkers in District 13.
It's then that she sees him, the boy from a few weeks ago. Katniss doesn't know his name but she remembers him well enough, and for the first time in days, Katniss actually speaks. It's a miracle her voice hadn't disappeared in the meantime.
"You look better without fins attached."
Well, not really. Maybe it's more appropriate to say that life gets normal, even if Katniss isn't the type of girl to even remotely know what normal means. Buttercup's arrival was the last snag in the fabric. After that, she did what she does best; picked everything up and trudged along at the same slow, steady pace that she had been moving since she arrived at the island. Towards sanity, maybe. To a place where she didn't necessarily think everyone was going to kill her, or that every sudden movement was a planned assault.
Buttercup walks beside her, making strange, hoarse noises because nothing he ever does is cute or endearing in any way. Probably asking for scraps, even though Katniss has given him plenty enough already. Too much food and he'll get fat and complacent. Better to leave him hunting for his own anyways. She slowly makes her way back to civilization, fighting her way through the underbrush and making it look easy. Moving towards the direction of the Compound, a sack full of dead animals slung against her back as she approaches the concrete building that still reminds her of the bunkers in District 13.
It's then that she sees him, the boy from a few weeks ago. Katniss doesn't know his name but she remembers him well enough, and for the first time in days, Katniss actually speaks. It's a miracle her voice hadn't disappeared in the meantime.
"You look better without fins attached."