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             _{[ Her first instinct was to flinch away as he approached her again, to run — she couldn’t, obviously. Feeling very much like a deer caught in headlights, she finally allows herself to look at the other Tribute. She recognized him as the male tribute from District Eleven. Hikaru Sulu, he’s called; the only other Tribute that year who is eighteen years of age besides herself. ]}

                                          _{❝ How —— thoughtful of you. ❞}

             _{[ The words came out harsher than she’d intended and she’s quick to drop her gaze. She knew that she needed his help, and that he was right. If he’d left her right now, she’d likely bleed out slowly, or the Careers would find her and kill her. She’d rather die with a weapon in her hand.} 

                                                 _{Reluctantly, she allows her shoulders to drop and a sigh to escape her lips. ]}

                                                                                                  _{❝ … Fine. ❞}

              _{“Great. First thing’s first though   ”}

        _{[ He slid his pack off and pulled open the zipper. There had to be something in there that could help with her leg. Besides, he hadn’t exactly had the chance to go through it yet.}  

        _{A piece of rope, a canteen, a knife. He shuffles it around some more before he comes across a piece of clothing. What it was, he didn’t know before he began to tear a length of it away.} 

                           _{He glanced back to her with the fabric twisting in his hand. ]}

             _{"Just to be clear, you are letting me help you with this.“}