Her jaw tightens at his matter of fact protest, the logic in his words only making her work harder. Rose had never been known for her ability to listen to reason and this wasn’t even a normal situation. She needed this, whether she understood that or not. Needed to be useful. Getting rest, tending to her injuries, eating. They were things that would force her to stop and she wasn’t willing to do that just yet. Wasn't sure what would happen when she did.
The offer of food does lift her gaze, but there’s no interest in her eyes. She would be the immovable object to his unstoppable force until he relented or her body broke.
“I’m not hungry.” Truth in that answer as she continues to turn the earth over, her hands already feeling the sting of no gloves but for now it’s the kind of pain that keeps her focused. It distracts from the ache in her bones, the bruises that were darkening with every passing moment. It keeps her sanity intact when it's already frayed at the edges.
His words see her stop, the shovel half buried in the earth. A tension radiating through her shoulders as a shadow runs across her features. She hated that. People talking about somebody like they were still around to care what happened. Rose knew more about death and what happened to people afterwards than most, and while maybe Peeta was still lingering? He wasn’t about to waste what little of his energy remained on watching over her.
“He’s dead.” The words hard, cold almost as she doesn’t so much as lift her gaze. “He doesn’t have an opinion.” Her shovel pushing its way into the earth again as those words leave her mouth.
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The offer of food does lift her gaze, but there’s no interest in her eyes. She would be the immovable object to his unstoppable force until he relented or her body broke.
“I’m not hungry.” Truth in that answer as she continues to turn the earth over, her hands already feeling the sting of no gloves but for now it’s the kind of pain that keeps her focused. It distracts from the ache in her bones, the bruises that were darkening with every passing moment. It keeps her sanity intact when it's already frayed at the edges.
His words see her stop, the shovel half buried in the earth. A tension radiating through her shoulders as a shadow runs across her features. She hated that. People talking about somebody like they were still around to care what happened. Rose knew more about death and what happened to people afterwards than most, and while maybe Peeta was still lingering? He wasn’t about to waste what little of his energy remained on watching over her.
“He’s dead.” The words hard, cold almost as she doesn’t so much as lift her gaze. “He doesn’t have an opinion.” Her shovel pushing its way into the earth again as those words leave her mouth.