There was a surprisingly difficult struggle surging through his mind as soon as he decided to hold onto her like this, between squeezing as tight as he could again or continuing with the act. His body was shaking but he refused to let anger win again. He hated that feeling and Katniss had been so kind to him last night, so understanding...

When she struggled it came as a nice distraction, placing his weight further on her though it was a struggle of his own with the flailing about. His eyes were as cold as could be, glaring at her like when he first saw her again after being hijacked, and maybe a part of him still wanted to feel that numbing hatred... Somewhere.