She's silent for a few moments. The island has felt more cramped than usual these days, doubtless because it's summer. New animals have migrated to the island over the past few months while others have departed, and both natural occurrences have left her feeling stifled for being unable to do the same.
What would she do with such freedom, anyway? Her universe isn't across the ocean or on the other side of the mountains to the West; there's nowhere for her to go that would be home to her.
But it couldn't be that difficult to find someplace more agreeable than Manhattan. If she has to be stuck, why does she have to be stuck there?
Yes, she finally says. She broods a little longer, towing Peeta in ever-widening circles around his boat, but never so far that he'd lose sight of it. I've been thinking of trying to leave.
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What would she do with such freedom, anyway? Her universe isn't across the ocean or on the other side of the mountains to the West; there's nowhere for her to go that would be home to her.
But it couldn't be that difficult to find someplace more agreeable than Manhattan. If she has to be stuck, why does she have to be stuck there?
Yes, she finally says. She broods a little longer, towing Peeta in ever-widening circles around his boat, but never so far that he'd lose sight of it. I've been thinking of trying to leave.