"I can manage," he replied stubbornly, though he could admit that having it right there in front of him was making it more tempting. Not now though. He didn't trust it. He didn't trust much of anything.
He folded his arms against his chest, wrists pulling at the cuffs and grinding into them a bit out of comfort, a bad habit he'd formed recently. Maybe if he did something drastic they'd pay attention and let them go. He'd thought about so many ways to get out of his head and body lately... the need to end this nightmare growing more and more each day.
Katniss wouldn't kill him though, he knew that much now. But she would definitely defend herself if he attacked her. Would that work? Or would they know it was a plan...
God damn it.
"I'll figure out a way," he said darkly, wrists still grinding against the metal until the skin was raw and red.
it's your fault okay
He folded his arms against his chest, wrists pulling at the cuffs and grinding into them a bit out of comfort, a bad habit he'd formed recently. Maybe if he did something drastic they'd pay attention and let them go. He'd thought about so many ways to get out of his head and body lately... the need to end this nightmare growing more and more each day.
Katniss wouldn't kill him though, he knew that much now. But she would definitely defend herself if he attacked her. Would that work? Or would they know it was a plan...
God damn it.
"I'll figure out a way," he said darkly, wrists still grinding against the metal until the skin was raw and red.