Hawke listens with rapt interest. It isn't that different from a lot of tales she's heard, of people wanting to get out of the life forced on them, to become something more. She also understands well when you simply can't get outside of the role you were given. Hawke had the freedom to use her skills in various ways, but it didn't change that she was raised to kill and it continued into her profession. The idea of being something else, like a merchant or a politician or leader, never occurred to her.


The thing is, something doesn't ring quite true, and Hawke has an ear for what sounds off. It's the tone he's had in their conversation, the way he speaks so carefully about where he's from and the restrictions, and how he's watching her now. She narrows her eyes at him.

"You're leaving out some holes, aren't you?" It's not a question although it's framed like one, so it doesn't come off as an accusation, as that's not the purpose. But she's curious what exactly she's missing in these terms that has him so tense. He volunteered for some kind of games to get fame and fortune, and then he won and got just that. But he regretted it, from his tone. Not just for the fame.

"What're the Hunger Games?"