[Intently, Johanna watches Katniss. She doesn't look at the knife. She doesn't look at the grip on her wrist. She looks right into Katniss's face instead, hard, still with that knife-sharp edge to her smile, but something more unreadable in her eyes.
Katniss doesn't flinch away. She has the knife in her hand and her grip is good and sure, and she's strong enough that she could hack at Johanna's arm until she had it off. All of Panem was watching when Katniss took the nightlock berry between her fingers. All of Panem saw two love-struck teenagers, willing to die together so they would never be separated by death. All those fevered kisses in the cave, it only made sense. But Katniss preparing to eat the nightlock: that was the most interesting thing she'd done in the whole Game, in Johanna's opinion. Fuck the kissing. Fuck the sacrifice and the tears and the explosions. The nightlock berry was the second that Johanna thought maybe she could like Katniss Everdeen.
And that's what this moment is, too. Johanna stares at Katniss, ready to cut off her arm, and Johanna smiles.]
You are something else, Mockingjay.
[She tugs her wrist out of Katniss's grip, shaking out her hand like it's got a cramp in it.]
You could have at least asked to borrow an axe. They're way better for chopping off limbs.
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Katniss doesn't flinch away. She has the knife in her hand and her grip is good and sure, and she's strong enough that she could hack at Johanna's arm until she had it off. All of Panem was watching when Katniss took the nightlock berry between her fingers. All of Panem saw two love-struck teenagers, willing to die together so they would never be separated by death. All those fevered kisses in the cave, it only made sense. But Katniss preparing to eat the nightlock: that was the most interesting thing she'd done in the whole Game, in Johanna's opinion. Fuck the kissing. Fuck the sacrifice and the tears and the explosions. The nightlock berry was the second that Johanna thought maybe she could like Katniss Everdeen.
And that's what this moment is, too. Johanna stares at Katniss, ready to cut off her arm, and Johanna smiles.]
You are something else, Mockingjay.
[She tugs her wrist out of Katniss's grip, shaking out her hand like it's got a cramp in it.]
You could have at least asked to borrow an axe. They're way better for chopping off limbs.