The doctor isn't exactly friendly, but neither was just about anyone important in the Seam or in District 13. And then there's Haymitch, whose existence implies that a good mentor should be angry and heavy-drinking.
Prim follows him into the office and sits down where he gestures towards, folding her hands neatly on her lap. "On the beach," she says. "There was a party that night, for people who aren't... from here."
She tries not to think about the last time she was in an office like this, with the woman who engineered a revolution.
"He liked my kitten, and he was nice to me. I know he's not, um, normal, but he's good. Trust me, I've known a lot of people who aren't."
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The doctor isn't exactly friendly, but neither was just about anyone important in the Seam or in District 13. And then there's Haymitch, whose existence implies that a good mentor should be angry and heavy-drinking.
Prim follows him into the office and sits down where he gestures towards, folding her hands neatly on her lap. "On the beach," she says. "There was a party that night, for people who aren't... from here."
She tries not to think about the last time she was in an office like this, with the woman who engineered a revolution.
"He liked my kitten, and he was nice to me. I know he's not, um, normal, but he's good. Trust me, I've known a lot of people who aren't."
Sorry, wrong Prim!