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The fight or flight instinct still hadn't slipped out of Katniss's damaged mind.

She knew, factually they were in District 13. Even though they didn't even know it exsisted up until a few days ago.

Well, some of them.

Her family was here. Peeta was here. Gale was here. Katniss? She was pretty sure half the time she was actually still back in the arena. She had nightmares, she'd always had nightmares, but none has seemed to follow her into reality quite the same way.

Today was one of those days. She was completely still, breathing heavy, staring at the door, certain that what was going to come through wasn't going to be some District 13 medic. Sure the empty room was about to fill up with Capitol peacekeepers, or...worse. There was always worse.

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It was, it had to be.

But it still didn't make her happy.

She looked over at him, at his hands. Hands that should be scared up, rough, but instead were smooth, soothed by Capitol technology.

"I just...don't know when he decided rough times were when we should push apart."

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It didn't seem right to Peeta either but he didn't know Gale as well as Katniss did. From what he understood of him, Gale was stubborn but faithful to those he cared about, while not being the most open of people. He could understand why.

When he caught her looking at his hands he reached out to hold one of hers again, lacing their fingers together. "I'm sorry, Katniss."

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She was glad for the contact. She wasn't sure when she had grown so dependent on his contact, but it soothed her mind, stopped it from trying to trip over it's self.

"I'll try to catch him alone, maybe."

Not in the woods, not here, but maybe she'd have more luck. With out authority around. Or Peeta.