Katniss isn't really surprised when she gets a call back from CONDOR saying that they've apprehended the suspect. She's a little more surprised when his description actually matches that of Finnick Odair. She's not sure which she should be more afraid of.
She's been brooding for months now over the fact that no one from her home has come to get her, but now that the possibility of returning home is here, she finds herself dreading it. Conversations with Karkat come to mind all too readily - at least if this is how she goes, she just won't suddenly blip out of the timeline. But if Finnick just needed to take her home, what would call for all this secretive behaviour? Just verifying each other's identities should have been enough.
Katniss goes to the CONDOR base with her bow and wings ready, because while she doesn't anticipate a fight she needs to be ready. This could be a trick, even if he looks right. Who knows what the Capitol is capable of?
She arrives at the holding cell, looking more pale faced and tense than she would have liked. The sight of her old ally makes her stomach turn, and it isn't because she really hates him. Well, she sort of does, but not like that. She stares at him through the bars, her expression cold.
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She's been brooding for months now over the fact that no one from her home has come to get her, but now that the possibility of returning home is here, she finds herself dreading it. Conversations with Karkat come to mind all too readily - at least if this is how she goes, she just won't suddenly blip out of the timeline. But if Finnick just needed to take her home, what would call for all this secretive behaviour? Just verifying each other's identities should have been enough.
Katniss goes to the CONDOR base with her bow and wings ready, because while she doesn't anticipate a fight she needs to be ready. This could be a trick, even if he looks right. Who knows what the Capitol is capable of?
She arrives at the holding cell, looking more pale faced and tense than she would have liked. The sight of her old ally makes her stomach turn, and it isn't because she really hates him. Well, she sort of does, but not like that. She stares at him through the bars, her expression cold.
"Fancy meeting you here," she drawls.