Little cunt's decided to play God. Thinks he has the right to take people's powers. Be a good friend to him and convince him to give them back before I slice off his toes lingeringly and lovingly.
In a jail cell, away from the others, since he cannot fucking control himself.
I don't fucking get it. I really don't, Goodman. They fucking KIDNAPPED US HERE. They all KIDNAPPED US. Seriously explain to me where you two get the fuck off.
[He takes a breath, thinking hard about where he went wrong, and reaches one conclusion.]
...Saul, is there something wrong with me?
[For Katniss rejecting him, for loving her so hard that he feel like he can't breathe. He's tearing up again, and praying that Saul will say no. Even though he knows there has to be something wrong with him.]
[Saul squints over at him, expression half alarmed.] What? Jesus, kid. No. Get that outta your head.
[THE LAST THING HE NEEDS IS ANOTHER HUMAN DISASTER ON HIS HANDS PEETA PLEASE.]
These things just don't work out, sometimes. Love's complicated. It's not the end of the world, even though I know that's what it feels like. These things — y'know, they take time.
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