It hits him: he can't do this. After what she's told him today, after what he's heard, he can't argue with her and he can't sit there while she tells him what he does or doesn't feel. He pushes to his feet.
"Whatever you think, Katniss," he says, voice rough as he turns. "I'm checking my snares. I'll see you later."
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"Whatever you think, Katniss," he says, voice rough as he turns. "I'm checking my snares. I'll see you later."