"A trap with knives? I'll file that alongside the bottomless pit," Gale snorted, because this house was beginning to remind him of one of the Capitol's arenas - and that was about as nope as anything could get with him. But these little tricks and tests and adventures - he wasn't having it. And would become even more surly about it as time went on, if they all didn't find a way out of here.
He glanced at the kitten, who poked around at the book pile which he hadn't really touched; it seemed pointless to try to salvage anything, since all of those books were missing pages. They may as well be cat toys at this point. "Yeah, an urn - it just appeared under my pillow," he nodded toward the folded up blanket he'd been using to lay his head on during brief bouts of rest. He and Gretel took shifts though, one staying awake near the rocks if one needed to be hurled at an intruder quickly. "The girl I share a room with kept watch last night, so it must have appeared when I got like, ten minutes of sleep."
Katniss sat on his bed, and Gale sat on Gretel's, facing his friend. "So - " Where to start? It was like trying to navigate a minefield; his strategical mind didn't immediately go to any set path or direction. Emotions were always more difficult than strategy though. "You want to know why I never returned to Twelve?"