[ Katniss hoists herself easily into the boat, taking care not to splash in Johanna's general direction. Whether she thinks this boat's going to get them anywhere or not, there's no need to seek trouble out, anyway. She positions herself on the bow, staring transfixed into the water. She's never really been on a boat before, but there's something comforting about the ocean, she thinks. Before it'd have reminded her of the Quarter Quell arena, or of Wiress's corpse floating facedown with her blood slowly diluting into nothing, but now she feels quite calm about it. The ocean is bottomless, it feels like, and extends endless out in all directions away from the shore. The color of Prim's eyes, she thinks.
She looks momentarily up at Peeta, then back down toward the sea. Carelessly, she leans ever so slightly out of the boat and reaches out to drag her fingers through the water. ]
We can probably leave it to Finnick, can't we? I'm sure I'd just be in the way.
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She looks momentarily up at Peeta, then back down toward the sea. Carelessly, she leans ever so slightly out of the boat and reaches out to drag her fingers through the water. ]
We can probably leave it to Finnick, can't we? I'm sure I'd just be in the way.