This Cornucopia is different than the one she ran at nearly forty years ago. It's humid, instead of dry, even though the clothing is similar. Her hair starts to coil and frizz in the air. Her heart feels simultaneously sludgy and rapidfire, slamming inside her ribs, clawing its way out of her chest.
The fear is the same as it was thirty-eight years ago. Even knowing she'll probably be revived doesn't change that fundamental human instinct; she doesn't want to die. More than that, she doesn't want to hurt. She's done far enough of that.
Eva hasn't been taking care of her body in the last many years, but she had a few weeks to get back into shape, and as such has traded some fat for muscle. She still won't be as fast as the Tributes half her age, but it means, to her, that she won't be an out-of-shape old lady at the Cornucopia.
She jumps off her pedestal and takes off through the grass, looking for her allies. Until she's armed, she hopes not to risk foes.
Eva | OTA
The fear is the same as it was thirty-eight years ago. Even knowing she'll probably be revived doesn't change that fundamental human instinct; she doesn't want to die. More than that, she doesn't want to hurt. She's done far enough of that.
Eva hasn't been taking care of her body in the last many years, but she had a few weeks to get back into shape, and as such has traded some fat for muscle. She still won't be as fast as the Tributes half her age, but it means, to her, that she won't be an out-of-shape old lady at the Cornucopia.
She jumps off her pedestal and takes off through the grass, looking for her allies. Until she's armed, she hopes not to risk foes.