It's easy to see that he caught her off guard and in a way, he knew he'd be doing just that. It's hard to decipher all the emotions that cross those young features though. Two dead people looking at each other, knowing things about one another, and Alcide does have a moment of guilt too even though logically he knows he has nothing to feel guilty over. He also wishes he could make things here somehow better for her since she obviously went through some horrible, terrible things back where she's from. What are the Hunger Games? What does that even mean?
All he knows is that she deserves better, better than what she was forced to endure back home and most certainly better than this place.
It takes him a moment, but he takes her hand in his, his hand nearly making her entire hand disappear in his own as he shakes it and nods. "Good to meet you too." She seems so sweet and, not tiny really, but delicate maybe. At the same time there's a fierceness in her eyes, a fierce intelligence that he remembers from those final moments of her life. Anyone would be a fool to mistake her for weak, which she's surely not. She's too young for death though. And holy shit, can he hug her yet? Probably not.
He lets go of her hand and is pleased to hear that she likes Zee. He isn't sure how anyone couldn't like Zee for all the same reasons that Prim has seen in Alcide's best friend. "Yeah, she's the best person I know here. And truth be told, sometimes I think those missions are set up for failure. So don't you worry about it." A test by the Computer, that's what he thinks the missions are. And Alcide is never a proponent of pleasing the Computer, quite the contrary.
Of all the questions she could have thrown his way, he hadn't expected that one. How could he have. An array of emotion crosses his features; sadness, love, anger, hurt and more. He's suddenly looking around the hallway at large as he jumps to the logical conclusion. "Is she here?" Because he doesn't know what he'd do if she were here. She hurt him. He died chasing after her just like he always chased after her. He loved her. She didn't love him quite as much as he wished she did. He knows that now, given some distance from it. That doesn't make his heart hurt any less.
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All he knows is that she deserves better, better than what she was forced to endure back home and most certainly better than this place.
It takes him a moment, but he takes her hand in his, his hand nearly making her entire hand disappear in his own as he shakes it and nods. "Good to meet you too." She seems so sweet and, not tiny really, but delicate maybe. At the same time there's a fierceness in her eyes, a fierce intelligence that he remembers from those final moments of her life. Anyone would be a fool to mistake her for weak, which she's surely not. She's too young for death though. And holy shit, can he hug her yet? Probably not.
He lets go of her hand and is pleased to hear that she likes Zee. He isn't sure how anyone couldn't like Zee for all the same reasons that Prim has seen in Alcide's best friend. "Yeah, she's the best person I know here. And truth be told, sometimes I think those missions are set up for failure. So don't you worry about it." A test by the Computer, that's what he thinks the missions are. And Alcide is never a proponent of pleasing the Computer, quite the contrary.
Of all the questions she could have thrown his way, he hadn't expected that one. How could he have. An array of emotion crosses his features; sadness, love, anger, hurt and more. He's suddenly looking around the hallway at large as he jumps to the logical conclusion. "Is she here?" Because he doesn't know what he'd do if she were here. She hurt him. He died chasing after her just like he always chased after her. He loved her. She didn't love him quite as much as he wished she did. He knows that now, given some distance from it. That doesn't make his heart hurt any less.