Cinna. Called it. Johanna's mouth pinches, jealous and grudgingly impressed all at once. Katniss' trail-off gets no comment from her. She already knows that she looks like shit. She's looked worse, but she's definitely looked better. Why she has to look like shit while Katniss gets to look like some pretty decorative statue decked out in the latest and greatest fashion, well--that one can be partly put down to the unfairness of life and Katniss' Mockingjay status.
But if this is, somehow, the Capitol--how did Katniss end up with an outfit like that? Seeing her as a fellow prisoner ought to feel more like a failure than it does. Like, you had one job, Johanna Mason--but there's no guilt. She did her part. If everyone else screwed up? That's their problem.
The fact that they're here is Johanna's current problem. Wherever here is. She doesn't even feel the slightest twinge of disappointment that there's no one worth her time here. If Finnick is out, that's good. Whatever this means for the rest of the little rebellion is a bigger unknown, but again: not Johanna's current problem.
"Wow, what a great team," she drawls, shifting her weight onto one hip. "Where's your bow? Didn't get so good of a draw from the Cornucopia, huh." The Cornucopia equivalent, anyways, which was just a shitty little room with minimal furnishing. More like a cell than anything else. A weird feeling crawls up the back of Johanna's neck. She ignores it. "Did you hear the screaming too?"
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But if this is, somehow, the Capitol--how did Katniss end up with an outfit like that? Seeing her as a fellow prisoner ought to feel more like a failure than it does. Like, you had one job, Johanna Mason--but there's no guilt. She did her part. If everyone else screwed up? That's their problem.
The fact that they're here is Johanna's current problem. Wherever here is. She doesn't even feel the slightest twinge of disappointment that there's no one worth her time here. If Finnick is out, that's good. Whatever this means for the rest of the little rebellion is a bigger unknown, but again: not Johanna's current problem.
"Wow, what a great team," she drawls, shifting her weight onto one hip. "Where's your bow? Didn't get so good of a draw from the Cornucopia, huh." The Cornucopia equivalent, anyways, which was just a shitty little room with minimal furnishing. More like a cell than anything else. A weird feeling crawls up the back of Johanna's neck. She ignores it. "Did you hear the screaming too?"