Almost there, almost there. The words echo in her thoughts, repeating back the encouragement that he's trying to give. The jostling from the running hurts like hell, and it leaves her feeling even more light-headed.
Don't pass out, don't pass out. She can't die on him like this again. She can't stand to come back to the Capitol to find that sad expression on his face in the recaps. The way the he couldn't leave her side, even after she was long gone. The way that he would so carefully set her corpse down and brush the hair away from her ashen face. She can't let that happen again.
Her hands curl against his front, nails digging against clothes, trying not to prick skin. She wants him to know that she's still hanging on.
"Set me down at the finish line," she breathes, hoping that her voice is strong enough to hear. She doesn't know what sort of games the Capitol might try to play, but it's better safe than sorry. She wants to cross the finish line on her own two feet, just to be sure.
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Don't pass out, don't pass out. She can't die on him like this again. She can't stand to come back to the Capitol to find that sad expression on his face in the recaps. The way the he couldn't leave her side, even after she was long gone. The way that he would so carefully set her corpse down and brush the hair away from her ashen face. She can't let that happen again.
Her hands curl against his front, nails digging against clothes, trying not to prick skin. She wants him to know that she's still hanging on.
"Set me down at the finish line," she breathes, hoping that her voice is strong enough to hear. She doesn't know what sort of games the Capitol might try to play, but it's better safe than sorry. She wants to cross the finish line on her own two feet, just to be sure.