Whether they stayed or moved elsewhere, Katniss had no opinion on the matter, her mind was still fogged, her body struggling to free itself from being on auto-pilot after being thrown back into the activity of killing without even thinking about it. Back in the compound with Haymitch, sleep had been miraculously soothing but the first night in the arena, she should have known waking up would be hard, even more so when you were being attacked. The only hope she had of her mind returning to normal right now, was Haymitch. She had killed to keep them safe, that's what she had to tell herself because she didn't enjoy it but she also didn't want Snow watching and thinking he was winning. 

He would never win.

Once he took the matches, she slowly began to feel more like herself, and less detached, even if being detached was probably for the best. Haymitch though, mentioned they could find the parameter which seemed to ask a lot of them, considering he hadn't rested and the rest she had gotten, hadn't do much to her emotional state. He took her hand and gave it a squeeze, it was helping her feel more like herself than a killer. She killed but she didn't enjoy it. A small part of her wondered if the Careers enjoyed it. As he put the fire out, he mentioned the need to check their traps. "Right." She had forgotten about those. "You're right." Katniss said once more and licked her lips, tasting a hint of blood which had splattered against her face.

She walked over and tugged on his sleeve, needing to remember who she could be when she was with him, back when they were alone. He made her happy and she didn't want to lose that, not now and not ever. Katniss pulled his lips down to hers and kissed him deeply. They had to start moving but she figured it could wait. She broke the kiss but not before her teeth grazed the bottom of his lip. Anyone who tried to hurt Haymitch, Gale or her sister, would find themselves dead very swiftly. "We can't forget ourselves." She said quietly, her grip loosening. They were good fighters but Katniss didn't want that to be who they were.

"I don't want to forget how happy we could be...when this is all over." Katniss smiled a little and stepped back. She grabbed one of their backpack's and put it on along with her sling of arrows. With her bow in her hand, she led them to where she had put some traps. It was hard to see in the dark but her eyes quickly adjusted and she saw she had caught two squirrels. It was a surprise, but she wasn't about to question it. "Looks like we won't go hungry so soon." Katniss held the dead prey by their bushy tails before tossing them into her backpack so they could keep moving. The only thing to do was to go in a straight line and wait until they hit something. She wondered if the Gamemakers were going to be stopping them or waiting. Either way, they had to be careful, as always.

It dawned on Gale why Prim wanted them to leave.

He wished she had told him the reason, it would have been easier. Though he also wondered why she didn't tell him. It didn't matter now that they were moving away but he still wished she had been upfront about the danger. In the arena, secrets got people killed. He wasn't angry at Prim, just puzzled. It didn't make sense to question her need to keep information to herself. They couldn't get into a fight over silly things. THe fact was they were running away from multiple dangerous things and it was better than staying around for either the centipede or the pack of crazy careers. 

When they slowed down and tried to gathered their bearings, Gale started to think about where they were in respect to the other parts they had been to during the daylight. Darkness did horrible things to people, it freaked them out and made them forget things. Gale looked around, not sure that they had the luxury to be picky, as long as they stayed out of trouble, he didn't care where they went. At night, they didn't have time to look and worry, they had to keep moving for now until they felt as safe as possible, which wasn't saying much. "I don't know, I don't think it really matters." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair while Prim's attention turned to her foot.

"We should just keep moving-" He was interrupted by her yelp and he quickly looked to see what was wrong. Prim was in the water, trying to pull some horrible looking frog off herself. He bent down, already knowing that was dangerous. The most brightly colored creatures were often the ones you needed to stay away from. He put his arms around her, under her arms and lifted her out of the squishy mud. As he pulled her up, he looked down and saw movement. Gale squinted and frowned, now able to make out dozens of spiders, ants and flies. Not to mention that the thing the frog shot out, was also a big concern. "Prim, just stay calm." He said. If she started to freak out, her blood pressure would rise and it might make whatever toxin she had could have, infect her at a faster, worse, rater. 

Gale scooped her up in his arms and dusted off the things trying to cling to her. "Get off. Get off." He huffed and kept swatting. A small spider bit at his finger but the boy didn't stop until Prim was safe. "Tell me if you start to feel weird or if you think of something that will help." He said as he began to walk, carrying her and their supplies with them. In the dark, he had to go slow so he didn't misstep and fall into the water, unaware of how deadly it could be for them. It was hard to watch where he was going but he wasn't going to risk her walking until they knew how she would react to the frog and anything else that may have bitten her. "Only evil people could design such a hateful place." They weren't meant to survive, but they would. "They wouldn't last an hour in here."