[He responds as he always does, kissing her back with a passion that always surprises him. Reaching up to bury his fingers in that hair he could smell in last night's dreams. She's probably damned them both with this, because he doesn't want to leave. Not like this.
But it hurts him, too, knowing that there's no future in it. That it's this night, maybe part of the next and he'll be back in Panem. Facing his death as like as not.]
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But it hurts him, too, knowing that there's no future in it. That it's this night, maybe part of the next and he'll be back in Panem. Facing his death as like as not.]