[ He turns to look when he hears the gasp, maybe a little too sharply - and when he sees her, he stills, expression going blank with surprise for a second. It's very different to hear her voice - maybe her voice, probably her voice, easily could be a fake even if she knows things only she should know - and to see her, to know she's only a matter of feet away, as if they're still in District 12 or the arena before everything went wrong (and who's to say this isn't another arena?). The way she holds her bow is no less than he'd expect of her, lending credibility to the thought that it really might be her. It really might be that somehow he and the girl on fire both got brought to this strange strange place, where there are a thousand new dangers and where they can be together.
(Or, if this is some kind of a trick or hallucination, maybe he can't bring himself to care anymore.)
He doesn't run at her or anything, but he does take a few steps forward, a bit cautious of that bow among other things. ]
action!
(Or, if this is some kind of a trick or hallucination, maybe he can't bring himself to care anymore.)
He doesn't run at her or anything, but he does take a few steps forward, a bit cautious of that bow among other things. ]