[The word is nearly a growl, her hands clenched tightly into fists. She looks downward, grey eyes studying his feet as if they're the most interesting thing in the room. What she wants is to run over. Run over and run her hands over every inch of his body. Make sure he's still okay. Whole. Or however whole he could be after everything that had happened to him. To them. Make certain that being sent away hadn't hurt him. That the Malnosso had conducted no more hijacks before letting him return to Panem.
Without her.
Maybe, in retrospect, it was the only smart thing her new Gamekeepers had ever done. Sending him back to Panem. To a place where he could - eventually - grow old without being a piece in anyone's games anymore. Maybe, rather than being angry, she should be grateful.
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[The word is nearly a growl, her hands clenched tightly into fists. She looks downward, grey eyes studying his feet as if they're the most interesting thing in the room. What she wants is to run over. Run over and run her hands over every inch of his body. Make sure he's still okay. Whole. Or however whole he could be after everything that had happened to him. To them. Make certain that being sent away hadn't hurt him. That the Malnosso had conducted no more hijacks before letting him return to Panem.
Without her.
Maybe, in retrospect, it was the only smart thing her new Gamekeepers had ever done. Sending him back to Panem. To a place where he could - eventually - grow old without being a piece in anyone's games anymore. Maybe, rather than being angry, she should be grateful.
He deserves everything she doesn't.]
You deserve better.